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Post by Brandybuck on Oct 18, 2005 22:56:22 GMT -5
~Frodo~
I must admit that I did not expect Gandalf to answer so quickly. Usually one has to call him three or even four times. Then, when one has raised their voice in octave, the wizard will simply look at the person calling him and say, "Must you speak so loudly?!" This time I cannot stop the laugh from escaping me. My heart is very gladdened to see Gandalf again. Same old Gandalf...always thinking of others first.
"But Gandalf, I do not want to eat until I have heard of your travels! Why were you not in Bree? Where happened to make your journey go ill? I have thought of you often in my dreams ever since.." I find that at the mere mention of what had occured, my shoulder emitted a cold ache. I put my hand up to touch it, and find that I remember it all. The Black Riders bearing down on us atop the hill. Then, one steps forward..the largest and most menacing of them all. He has one intention, and that is to kill me, and take the Ring. The Ring!! My hand leaves my shoulder, as I grab for the chain around my neck. Thankfully, it is still there, and I release a very audible sigh of relief. I glance to Gandalf, and realize that he is studying me. "I was making sure that it is still safe, after, like you yourself said, "...the ordeal that I have been through."
"So, what of it Gandalf? Will you tell me, without riddles?" I smile coyly at him, for he knows very well of what I speak.
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Post by Brandybuck on Oct 18, 2005 23:22:05 GMT -5
~Pippin~
"Isn't that right men?" "Right!", I shout, without realizing that the Hall would carry an echo. I see several heads at the far end of the long corridor look in our direction. At last, Boromir had broached the subject of food to the very one who was in charge of doing the feeding. In the Shire, no Hobbit wanted to be the first to ask the host about the meal. Every Hobbit was hungry, of course, but no one wanted to be the first to admit that they only came for the food. Of course, if the Hobbit host were a proper host, the food would already be seated by each setting at the table. I was, therefore, very pleased when Boromir acted first...so, it seemed proper to second it. The more people that agree, the more likey that it will come sooner rather than later.
Upon entering this place, I was amazed at how high the ceilings were...but also at the extravagent detail that is made into everything. I recognized Elvish scripts etched in the stone. It is all very beautiful, but I do not know if I would want to live here...everything is so big.
When we came to the corridor that contained the rooms where we would hence rest, I noticed that Strider had suddenly looked very tired. His relief over Frodo's safety, and his seeing the Elf-maiden again, I think have allowed him to realize that he is tired. I feel that if Strider could have had his way, he would not have stopped for one second while we were in the wilderness. He would have journeyed, exhausted, non stopping, to Rivendell. I am glad to see that he will finally rest. What I do not understand is how he can go to his rest without eating first. I am very hungry, but he ate even less than the three of us on our journey here. Hmm..that is probably something else that sets us apart from the Big Folk.
I begin to realize that I already feel love in my heart for the Elf-maiden...Arwen. Not only because she saved Frodo's life at risk to her own (though that is a great part of it), but because she looks to us Hobbits as if she could wish us out of the Darkness that we have found ourselves in. I know that she already cares for us, and I feel my heart melt under her calming gaze. For even though her stare is troubled, it somehow reassures me all the same. It speaks of...hope.
I hear Boromir chuckle as I so readily seconded his request. Once again, he did not laugh AT me...just a small laugh..as if between friends. I glance at Arwen, hoping that she has taken no offense.
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Post by twilight on Oct 19, 2005 20:26:53 GMT -5
~Arwen~ ' "So, I only ask that you direct us hungry folk to the nearest food. For even though we would normally want to bask in your beautiful presence...Well, men are better able to appreciate their surroundings on a full stomach," ' The Man Boromir laughs. Hmmmm, Man's flattery is not so common among the Elves, but I brush it off. It neither bothers nor truely flatters me; I laugh silently a little; such compliments in the mouths of Men are so empty! But of course they are hungry. "You may of course eat first, if you would prefer. The feast will not take place until later but that is no reason to starve until then! Come, I will bring you to the dining area where you will be provided with food and drink." I look at the hobbit Sam, surely Boromir is right; I can see he is most concerned about his friend. He would probably starve himself or faint from fatigue before he left Frodo. "Sam," I turn to him, "you may go see your friend is he is awake, or sit by his side if he is not. We will have food for you later if you wish to eat, and a room if you are tired and wish to sleep." One of my people has just passed and I call out to him in our tongue, "Glorfindel, this halfling wishes very much to see his friend that arrived just a few days ago, would you please show him to that room, if you were not hurrying elsewhere?" He agrees and I tell Sam, "This is Glorfindel, he will take you to see Frodo. I hope we will meet again soon." With that I turn to lead the rest down the hall.
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Post by Brandybuck on Oct 19, 2005 22:04:33 GMT -5
~Pippin~
A sigh of relief escapes me as Arwen shows no offense to what Boromir has said. His words of flattery, however, do not seem to move her one way or the other. No, her heart belongs to Strider...even I could tell this. I feel Sam jump slightly as Arwen addresses him personally. He looks up at her with the same adoration as when he had first laid eyes on her. Sam has always been fascinated by the stories of the Elves. He would sit, mesmerized by Bilbo's tales for hours, even after the rest of us were restless. He remains silent. I see Merry nudge him, then finally Sam speaks. "Yes milady, I would very much like to see Mr. Frodo."
Arwen then begans conversing in the Elvish tongue with another Elf who is almost as beautiful as she is. Then she returns her gaze to Sam. "This is Glorfindel, he will take you to see Frodo. I hope we will meet again soon."" "Thank you milady," Sam replies, now staring with equal fascination at Glorfindel. He seems to trust Glorfindel from the start ..of course, Sam would trust any Elf from the start. Arwen motions for us to continue following her.Sam turns to us. " I will see to Mr. Frodo. You two stay out of trouble, and try not to..embarass me." Merry and I exchange a smile. "Do not worry," I tell him. "Once we are seated at the Feast, Merry and I will start throwing the food across the table...and that is only the beginning." Sam glares at us before following Glorfindel. We share a giggle, then hurry to catch up to Arwen and Boromir, who are already half way down the hall.
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Post by Laurasia on Oct 19, 2005 23:14:17 GMT -5
~Boromir~
Boromir lowers his head & bows slightly towards the Elf-maid after it becomes evident in her face that she had mistaken his joke for some ill-concieved attempt to woo her.
"You must forgive me Milady. I not well-acquainted with the company of woman, especially Elven woman. I meant no disrespect. I'm simply hungry, tired & trying to make light of the situation as it were."
When she called over the male Elf & bid him to take Sam to Frodo's room, Boromir notices the distraction in his face. He calls out to him as they leave down the hall, "You be sure to eat something Sam. You're going to need your energy."
He begins to follow the Elf-maid down the hallway. When he overhears the threat of a food-fight being relayed to Sam by the other Halflings.
He turns & looks at Pippin & Merry with a slight smile on his face, after hearing their words to Sam. "You will do no such thing or I shall have to pick the both of you up, carry you back to your rooms, & eat your portions of the meal." He laughs heartily. He is feeling quite good. He had always heard how comforting such Elven havens were & that they could put a man at ease, but he hadn't expected what he was experiencing now.
He turns his attention back to the Elf-maid walking slightly in front of him. "I'm afraid that I have missed your name during the conversations. It was...?"
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Post by Laurasia on Oct 19, 2005 23:29:02 GMT -5
~Gandalf~
Gandalf sits & chuckles at Frodo's sudden burst of energy & curiosity. "What would you expect from a Hobbit?" he thinks to himself. Pulling his pipe back up to inhale more of the warming smoke he stops when he notices the sudden change in Frodo's face. He peers over his large nose at him to take notice of how complete the change is & how long it last.
To his relief the change is only momentary & Frodo explains that he was only checking that he hadn't lost during his ordeal. Gandalf continues to gaze at him, trying to decipher any hint of falsehood in his eyes.
Frodo changes the subject quickly & resumes his barrage of questions about the Wizards whereabouts. "Only a tinge," Gandalf thinks to himself. "Just a tinge of falsehood. Yet he was almost consumed by Shadow while carrying the Ring. Of course that would have strengthened his need for it to at least some degree. He is fine though."
Gandalf suddenly notices that Frodo is waiting for an answer & he smiles widely. "Oh! Nothing to worry yourself over. I was merely delayed. Things did not go as well as I had hoped in my travels. I would never have deliberately abandoned you & Sam." A mock seriousness came into his eyes all of a sudden. "Or Merry & Pippin for that matter. Who told them that they could come along as well? A Brandybuck & a Took?!"
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Post by twilight on Oct 20, 2005 15:24:40 GMT -5
~Arwen~ ' "You must forgive me Milady. I not well-acquainted with the company of woman, especially Elven woman. I meant no disrespect. I'm simply hungry, tired & trying to make light of the situation as it were." ' “Do not worry master Boromir, I am not offended.” He is curtious I see; such words in jesting are less common among Elves, but I understand he meant nothing by it. I smile, trying to show that I do not hold his comment against him. “My name is Arwen,” I say in reposnse to his question.
I am glad to hear the travellers joke, it shows the are not too overcome by their trials to be merry and put aside the shadows outside for the time being. For Frodo I worry that this may be less easy to do, for he was more damaged by the journey than the rest - both by the wound and by his brush with the wraith-world, and also by the Ring he carries. The powers in Imladris and in the Bruinen that flows by our land can keep out the servants of the enemy, for the time being, but the hurts Frodo brings with him were not drowned in the flood that killed the Nazgul’s horses. Some my father can heal, and wearieness, hunger and thirst can easily be cured here; but we do not have the power to heal all hurts, and some are severe even beyond what Elrond can mend. Yet I am happy at least for Frodo’s companions. And I find hope also in that they have begun to recover so quickly; perhaps they will be able to draw him out of the darkness better than any Elven healer. For now, I will not worry about the Ringbearer. He is in the care of the grey wizard, Mithrandir, and of Elrond, and of his faithful companion Sam. For now, he will be well, I hope . We continue down the hall and around a corner to arrive in the kitchens which are full of activity in preparation for the evening feast. The guests are provided with bread and butter, and cheese and fruit, and wine to quench their thirst. Close to the kitchens is an outdoor poorch shaded by many trees that grow close to our home. The day is warm for the season and the sun is shining. I ask the travellers, “Would you like to eat and rest out of doors? There is no better cure for the tired hearts of wanderers than the fresh air of Imladris and the music of the river.”
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Post by Brandybuck on Oct 20, 2005 20:46:50 GMT -5
~Pippin~
I gasp as I realize that Boromir had indeed heard us, even though he was halfway down the hall with Arwen. "Merry, did I really say that so loudly?" Merry looked to me in a mocking way. "You say everything loudly, Pip. Why just a few moments ago, you were able to get a hallway of Elves to stare at you for your hunger outburst. You must learn to contain yourself." As he said this, Merry's stomach released a very long growl. "Oh, and that was supposed to be subtle?" I ask him smiling. He says nothing, but smiles in a satisfactory way.
"Boromir, we would never think of actually doing that. We were trying to embarass Sam, you see. We would never even harbor the notion of throwing good quality food across the table. And as for eating our portions, you would have to fight us for it..wouldn't he Merry?" "Definitly," Merry agreed, "Woe be to the Man who tries to steal my dinner." I know that Boromir is not angry, of course. I just hope that he can trust us and like us enough to consider us friends. A Man of such stature makes a better friend than enemy. Boromir is now smiling even wider..he looks very much at peace here.
Arwen leads us, finally I may add, to the kitchen where I see many mouth-watering dishes being prepared. That is now doubt for the Feast to come that evening. Oh, I can hardly wait! Merry stands beside me with equal fascination. We are served with a light lunch of bread with butter, cheese and fruit. It looks so delicious after what we have been dealing with in the wilderness. Then, as if it couldn't get any better, Arwen again turns to us. “Would you like to eat and rest out of doors? There is no better cure for the tired hearts of wanderers than the fresh air of Imladris and the music of the river.”
I do not wait for an answer. "Yes!" I realize that once again, I had spoken loudly. I bow before Arwen. "I mean, yes, milady."
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Post by Brandybuck on Oct 20, 2005 21:17:52 GMT -5
~Frodo~
I smile widely as I realize that, yes, I am in fact dealing with the same mysterious Gandalf. He reveals just enough of his delayment to raise my curiosity further. Merely delayed, indeed! I cannot help but feel the immense relief at seeing Gandalf here beside me now. Who cares if he was not with us before..the important thing is that he is here now.
"A Brandybuck & a Took?!" Gandalf's eyes shine with admiration has he mentions Merry and Pippin. Though they have had their share of mischieveous run-ins with Gandalf, everyone knows that he is very fond of them..even Merry and Pippin themselves. Well..maybe not Pippin so much. He is still young, and a scolding is still a scolding. He longs to please Gandalf so much that his most clumsy moments always seem to happen when Gandalf is around. I know that he is not angry in the least. "Merry and Pippin showed up most unexpectedly, I must admit." I decide to play Gandalf's game, and become a little mysterious myself. "They have proved to be very good companions, and I feel that I would have been lonlier without them. I also felt safer with four of us, instead of just Sam and I." I watch Gandalf closely for his response, trying to suppress a laugh.
At that moment, there is a knock at the door. "Come in," I say. Finally, I will get to meet the ones who healed me. The door opens slowly to reveal the tossled-head of Sam. Sam! I was so glad to see him, and clearly he thought the same. Without waiting for another word, he rushed to my bedside, his face full of concern. "Mr. Frodo! Are you allright sir? Oh, I was so worried sir! I was so angry when Strider gave you over to the Elf-lady...but at the same time I knew that she could help you! I am pleased to find that you were not seriously hurt.." "Sam," I interrupt him. "Calm down. I am fine..just fine. I did not mean to scare you..I was indisposed..yes, that is the word. Sam, you haven't noticed who is here in your excitement."
Sam slowly raised his head and looked across the bed. "Mr. Gandalf! You are here! Oh, we have missed you sir, make no mistake! I was afraid for you too. Very afraid until Mr. Frodo became injured and all.." As Sam continued to ramble, I found myself losing focus of the conversation. Indisposed...is that in fact the right word? I was hunted, even in dreams...chased by the Wraiths who also haunt my every waking moment. They are not here now, that is true, but I feel the coldness return to my shoulder. It seems that just the mere thought of that Black Rider who stabbed me makes the wound feel that much worse. How can I not think about him? I have never known terror until I stared it in the face. Until I felt the Ring beginning to slip from my finger...until I felt the excrutiating pain that his blade wrought on me! Sam's voice becomes even further away as the room seems to grow dark. This will be the way of it. All that once was Light will fall into Darkness. There will be no more beauty, only despair. Those who stand against the Darkness will surely fall...there can be no victory.
I hear Sam's voice clearer now, as if from across the Void. "Mr. Frodo are you allright?" I snap back to the present and out of my thoughts. Sam is looking at me with extreme concern. "Yes, of course Sam..I am still a little exhausted, as Is to be expected. Do not worry." I force a smile across my face. I do not mean for them to worry. I look to Gandalf. "Gandalf, I heard from Sam here as he was talking to you that there is to be a Feast tonight. I will follow your advice as to whether I should attend or just eat my dinner up here." Truth be told, I really wanted to see Merry, Pippin, and Strider as soon as possible. I also wanted to thank my rescuers. However, I just want to sit in here with the peace and quiet, and not be troubled by everyone's questions. Yes, that is what I wanted above all else.
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Post by Brandybuck on Oct 20, 2005 21:46:35 GMT -5
~Aragorn~
Alas, I find that sleep will not come to me. I have been lying on the bed, and staring around the room for what has felt like hours. I know that I have not been parted from Arwen and the others for long, however. I heard their voices outside my door, then proceed slowly down the hall. I smiled when I heard the young Halfling, Pippin, happily announce very loudly that he agreed with the decision to eat. That must have attracted a few curious glances from the Elves. That is the one thing about the Halflings that I may never fully understand...how they can eat so much. In the wilderness, they were constantly wondering about their next meal and what that meal would consist of. I could not really be angry with them...to me, it is just part of their charm.I hear their footsteps recede around the corner at the end of the hallway...the kitchens. Arwen will offer them the beautiful hospitality that the outer courtyard has to offer. How many meals have I eaten, sitting under the shade of those very same trees?
I come to the conclusion that I will not be able to sleep. I am overly tired. So much has happened to make sleep impossible over these last few days that I have become accustomed to doing without. I know that I will sleep this evening, but for now it avails me. I stand and walk to the window. I chuckle as I see Arwen leading the Halflings and Boromir into the courtyard. I notice that Sam is not with them..no doubt he has gone to Frodo's side as soon as he was able. That loyalty has truly helped Frodo up until this point. Frodo is lucky to have such fine friends in Sam, Merry and Pippin. I see Arwen turn and glance towards the window. She always seems to know..everything. She knows what it is that torments me day after day. She knows that I believe myself bound to Isildur's fate. Also that I will not take the throne to reunite Gondor and Arnor as is my birthright. I have no desire to be King...I feel that I am not worthy enough to be such a leader. No, my place is in the Wild.
I turn away from the window, and once again lie on the bed. I know that I will not sleep. I will lie on this bed until the Feast begins, and they come for me. Of course, all who see me will think me refreshed. All except for one maiden whom I hold very dear to my heart. She will know that my time in solitude was not spent in the sereneness of slumber.
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Post by Laurasia on Oct 20, 2005 23:20:30 GMT -5
~Boromir~
"Arwen." He rolls the name across his tongue gently. "A name as lovely as its retainer, purely Elven." He paused & eyed Arwen momentarily. "That was a genuine compliment. I hope I was not out of line in giving it to you. You are, afterall, the daughter of this houses' Master."
He listens as Pippin explains the reasoning behind his & Merry's agonizing of Sam. As soon as Pippin mentions that they would waste quality food by throwing it, Boromir bursts out in laughter. "O-hoy! Is that the only reason now? Because you wouldn't be able to eat it afterwards?" He laughs once again.
Boromir takes a deep goblet of wine that is offered to him by one of the Elves working in the kitchen with a nod of gratitude. Not realizing his own thirst, he drinks down half of the goblet with his initial taste. He looks up quickly when Pippin announces, in his Hobbit-eagerness, that he wants to eat in the courtyard. He chuckles once again. He wishes that their innocence were infectuous.
Grabbing up a plate of the food he turns to follow the others out into the courtyard. He is taken aback by the beauty of Rivendell once again. He quietly sits down & eats his meal, while thinking quietly.
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Post by Laurasia on Oct 21, 2005 22:11:34 GMT -5
~Gandalf~
He eyed Frodo whimsically as he presented his own mysterious explanation for the two younger Hobbits being here. He took another puff off of his pipe. "Oh unexpectedly indeed! And just what type of mischief were the two of them getting into when they 'unexpectedly showed up'?" He looked at Frodo with a scrutinizing eye before slowly beginning to chuckle. When there is a knock at the door he quiets himself & allows Frodo to answer for himself.
Just as Gandalf had expected, Samwise had wasted no time in finding Frodo after arriving. He settled back into his chair & smiled while Sam fawned over Frodo. It really was a wonderful stroke of luck that he had caught Sam eavesdropping on the two of them. He realized that Frodo may well have not been able to complete the journey if not for his friend. Just then, Frodo points out his presence in the room & Sam turns his excitement to him. He began to rapidly run over everything that had happened & was going to happen.
"Samwise...Sam, I am fine. Frodo is fine. Everything is alright now. I'm just glad that all of you were able to get here safely. Now that your worry over Frodo has been relieved, you should go to your room & get yourself ready to relieve your next worry...your hunger. As you've mentioned the Elves are going to be hosting a feast for all of us guests tonight. And I'm sure that you, most of all, want to make a good impression upon your hosts. So you hurry along..."
His eyes caught Frodo's expression & he grew quiet. He was sinking again, he wasn't yet ready. Sam notices as well & his face contorts into one of horror. He begins to call Frodo's name & Gandalf waits to see if he can be called back by it. To his relief he only needs to call him a couple of times before Frodo responds. He watches him quietly as he reassures Sam, looking for any strange signs in him. When he directs his wuestion directly to Gandalf he is caught off guard for a moment.
He clears his thoat quickly. "Well, it will depend on how you feel when we are ready for the feast. I think that you should rest here for a bit more at least. Later tonight, if you're feeling up to it, you can be escorted down for the feast. If not, I'm sure that the Elves can make you just as comfortable here."
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Post by Brandybuck on Oct 22, 2005 18:34:23 GMT -5
~Frodo~
I breathe a sigh of relief as Gandalf leaves the decision ultimately to me. I wanted to judge by his reaction whether the Elves would be offended if I was absent from their table. After all, they had saved my life, was eating a dinner with them really too much gratitude for me?? Of course it wasn't, so it was then that I decide that I shall, indeed, attend the Feast. "You are right Gandalf..I will rest here for a bit more. However, I will attend the Feast. I do not think that an Elf-escort will be necessary. I do not want to stand out anymore than I have to. I only ask that you walk down with me. " What is it that I am afraid of? I feel my heart pound at having to attend a supper...this is not like me at all. It is true that I am a bit of a recluse I suppose, but I am never afraid of attention...especially kindly attention.
I notice that Sam still looks very suspicious as he is watching me. I realize that I must have given him quite a start. "Sam, I am okay. You had better listen to Gandalf, and go get prepared for the Feast. I will be there tonight..do not worry." Sam looks to Gandalf once again, then back to me. "Allright Mr. Frodo. But if you find that you cannot attend tonight...that you are not well enough yet, I want to know. I will come right back up here and take my dinner with you." He then leaves the room with one more backward glance. I feel a warmth in my heart at Sam's devotion. I am very fond of him as well..if only I could get him to stop calling me 'MR. Frodo'. He has always been more a friend than servant...servant, that is such a harsh word. Especially in regards to Sam...I feel that I will never be able to repay his loyalty in the face of the Black Riders. No, I have not forgotten that he tried to fight the Wraith as he came towards me. What would I have done if I had awakened here to find that Sam had fallen trying to defend me?
I shake my head once again..no more thoughts. One can find themselves lost in their own head if they let it prodeed to that degree. I smile and answer Gandalf's earlier question regarding Merry and Pippin. "Merry and Pippin, in trouble? No Gandalf, they were on their best behavior..as always."
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Post by twilight on Oct 24, 2005 10:38:05 GMT -5
~Arwen~
The guests are eating and drinking contentedly. The food here is sweetest to the weary traveler, and can renew energy and life almost as well as the fragrence of steaming athelas.
The cool air blows over us and stirs the fallen leaves on the ground. The tree's branches, nearly bare, quiver in the breeze. The River whispers over the rocks in the distance. As long as I live here I will never tire of Imladris; I know its power and do not take it for granted, though I have long lived within it. Even for Men, time can pass here unreckoned as the years of the Eldar. For the Elves themselves, who note the passing seasons as only a moment in a great span of time, know the rocks and trees and water of Imladris speak of forgotten times long past. And we know that time moves quickly now, in the World if not within us. Here may be a memory of the ancient days, but when we leave it, the Earth and Water of our home will be the only witnesses to our time. And if the Elves have left then who will listen to their quiet voices? But even if Rivendell had no power, and were silent, I would love it as a beautiful place where the river and trees and grasses grow in harmony.
I look again at our guests. Time has already past with me wandering in thought. "If you would like I can lead you to your rooms where you can rest and get ready for the Feast"
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Post by Brandybuck on Oct 24, 2005 17:16:53 GMT -5
~Pippin~
Arwen led us into a beautiful courtyard where there were trees shading the sunlight. As soon as I sat down, I began to eat...and it was so delicious! I have always been a lover of a bountiful harvest, but these were the best apples I have ever before eaten. We had made Boromir laugh at the mention of the food fight. He was truly beginning to relax here. As I look to Boromir (who indeed sat next to me), he is smiling even now. I see that the strange wild look that was in his eyes earlier has all but dissapated. Maybe he was just very hungry too. Gondor must be a very long way from here.
I look to Arwen and realize how beautiful she is. She radiates with Light even in the sunlight. When she walks, she seems almost to glide, making barely a sound. I wish that we could all stay here for a very long time, but I know that we will be returning to the Shire. The Ring is here in Rivendell now..surely they will let us go home. I wonder if it will stay here, or one of the Elves will do away with it? Maybe that is why Boromir is here..maybe the Ring really belongs in his home of Gondor. No, I am forgetting all that Strider told us about the Ring. It is pure evil even though it looks fair; it can only be used for evil purposes..so only the Enemy can weild it properly. Oh..I am beginning to see now. The Elves will probably either keep it here in the safe havens, or destroy it.
I realize that all the food is gone on my plate, but my stomach still desires more. As if to stress the issue, my stomach releases a very loud growl. The Arwen once again speaks."I f you would like I can lead you to your rooms where you can rest and get ready for the Feast" Get ready for the Feast?! Elves must truly understand a Hobbit's nature after all...the Feast. I stand. "Yes, milady I am finished." I try to fight a yawn unsuccessfully. "I think that I would like to rest a little. Then I would like to see Frodo before the Feast, if at all possible." I smile warmly and gaze into her beautiful eyes.
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