These Lovely Scars (Lord of the Rings Fanfic)

Lady of Light

"Gimli looks awfully frightened," Legolas says so that only I can hear. He has been talking to me, commenting on silly things to distract me from the pain. My gaze slides over to the dwarf, and I snort with laughter. "Stay close, young hobbits!" He gathers the hobbits around him as if to protect them, but to me it seems like he wants them closer because he's scared. "They say that a great sorceress lives in these woods, an elf witch of terrible power. All who look upon her fall under her spell..."

Legolas and I almost squeal with laughter. Ah, dwarves. Can't get their facts straight...

Adrianne.

I lift my head as much as I can manage and look around. Who said that? "Did you hear that?" I ask Legolas.

"Yeah," He says, laughing.

He thinks I'm talking about Gimli's far-fetched tales. "No, not that, it was - "

Adrianne Velika. The voice is that of a woman, deep and wise. A pair of intense, blue eyes flashes through my mind, and I gasp.

"Adrianne!" Legolas gingerly shifts me in his arms. "Are you okay? Don't worry, we're almost there."

He thinks my back hurts (Legolas, you should be reading my mind!). "No! I mean, yes, I'm okay, but I'm talking about the voice. Did you hear her voice?" I realize that I must sound crazy. He probably thinks that I've begun to imagine things. Maybe I have...

"Who's voice?" He asks, surprising me. My heart softens when I realize that Legolas didn't just write off what I was saying as crazy, instead he cared enough to believe me.

Before I can answer, the fellowship halts. We are in the centre of a circle formed by a group of armed elves, each pointing an arrow in our faces. Gimli has gone cross-eyed staring at the tip of the arrow pointed at him, and he blows at it as if it will make the arrow go away. An elf with pale hair steps forward, seeming to be of authority in the group. "The dwarf breathes so loud, we could have shot him in the dark." He sneers.

"Grrr..." Is Gimli's response. In another situation, the scenario would seem comical. In fact, I almost have the urge to laugh, but I swallow my foolishness. This is actually quite serious. The elves could chose to label us as intruders and shoot us on the spot.

Luckily, the elf's gaze turns to Legolas. Elf to elf, right? "Welcome Legolas, son of Thranduil." He looks down at me, laying in Legolas's arms and soaked with blood. "Adrianne Velika of the House of Rivendell." My eyes widen slightly. How does he know me, and should I know him? "The Girl Who Fell From the Sky. You are known to us." I flinch with every word of my alias. He, this elf, revealed my true identity aloud to everyone. What was the necessity of that? Relevance? I doubt that all of the members of the fellowship knew. Boromir definitely didn't. He stares at me with his jaw dropped to the floor, failing to conceal his obviousness. I recoil away from everyone's stares and pretend that no one is talking to me. That is, until the obnoxious elf (I've decided to see him that way) speaks up again. "I am but slightly curious as to who's blood you wear as a second skin."

I glare. "The blood of my enemy."

Aragorn grunts in annoyance beside us. "The blood is her own. Please, you must let us through. She is severely wounded and needs help. Although she does not like to ask for it." He gives me a warning look that says 'try to get along with our host.'

The elf breaks our staredown and glances over at Aragorn. "Ah, Aragorn of the Dúnedain, you are known to us as well." He his eyes skim over the rest of the group and finally land on Frodo. "You bring great evil with you, ring bearer." Turning to Aragorn, he says, "You may go no further." And with that, he and his group of elves proceed to walk away.