Dance Of Darkness And Light

Chapter 6: The Rivendell Nexus, Part 1

A/N: This will be a multi chapter scene, for easier read.

Big thanks to my Beta's NixNox and Tyren :)

Chapter 6: The Rivendell Nexus, Part 1

She was slowly learning what the meaning of 'stubborn dwarf' was. An obstinate one too. First the incident when they arrived and were greeted by Lindir. Granted the elves weren't blameless in the whole thing, they pushed the envelope too, what with Elrond speaking in elvish when none but other elves and Gandalf could understand him. The dwarves took it with dislike and hostility, of course and almost started a fight with the elven guards.

Elrond showed interest in her as well, having sensed she wasn't of Arda. He seemed to have sensed she was displaced in time as well, but urged that they talk about all of it after getting cleaned, healed and fed.

The dwarves protested at her being separated from them and lead to a separate room by Elrond's daughter, Arwen and only calmed down when Gandalf assured them she'd be fine. Faintly, she could hear Thorin and Fili ordering she be checked upon every few minutes until she returned to them.

On top of all of it, all the emotion, all the chatter, all the exhaustion, the place itself was affecting her a lot more than she'd anticipated. Granted she'd only ever been in one force nexus, back at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, but Rivendell was far more powerful, far more primal in its emanations. She needed some time alone, to meditate, to refocus, she needed it soon.

"Lady Linshara, are you alright?" Arwen's ethereal voice broke through her mind cloud.

Suddenly she felt like a dirty tramp next to the regal elven woman. The elves reminded her of Master Fay and her people. Mysterious, powerful, attuned to the living Force.

~Could they be related? I'll have to look into this~ she thought to herself before realizing that Arwen was still waiting for a reply.

"A little overwhelmed by everything, Lady Arwen. So much has happened lately that I've not had time to process it all properly." Linshara admitted.

Arwen nodded, "follow me, a bath as been drawn for you." She motioned for the Jedi to follow her. "My father says you are not of this world."

Linshara looked over at the elf cautiously, "he says...yet I've not heard him speak the words..." an eyebrow raised, "you are telepaths too."

"Tele...paths?"

Linshara blinked, "you speak within your minds?"

"Not precisely. At times, my father can imprint thoughts and images to my mind." Arwen explained as she lead her into a beautifully decorated room that was quite clearly their equivalent of a bathroom. It had all the amenities, along with a large bath filled with sweet smelling salts and what looked like foam.

She picked up a long, thick piece of cloth which she held in front of her so that it covered Linshara's body from her sight. "What kind of a world did you leave behind?" Arwen asked softly, looking to the side.

Linshara took the hint and started taking off her outfit. She blinked away the heavy emotion behind her eyes and sighed. "I left a world that was at war and was being betrayed by an enemy unseen until the last moment. I don't know if any of my friends or allies have survived the sudden attack. They more than likely think me dead."

Arwen looked over at her, keeping her eyes on the blonde woman's face, though the edge of her sight caught pieces of scarred and burned tissue on her neck and shoulder. Small, but present. "Gandalf knows of no way to help you return?"