Avriel, daughter of Avenmor, joins the Fellowship of the Ring. A Rivendell elf accompanies the fellowship on their journey, and after the months she's been through, going on a new journey is the best thing for her to do.
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It turned out much of our company doubted my skill, all except for Aragorn, and the hobbits, who were all merely concerned for my safety if I were to accompany them.
My short chat with Boromir indeed helped, yet now I was more of a hard-headed elf to him than a fighter.
For 2 long months, we remained in Rivendell to prepare, and for the hobbits to rest. The remainder of us practiced our skills, and I could never go back on the promise I made Boromir to spar with him.
I would never forget the first time each of them discovered my skill.
"I do not wish to quarrel with a woman," Boromir was saying.
He was the first who had arrived at the training grounds, and I had been awaiting someone to practice with, yet he would not comply.
"I am a part of this company," I began, collecting my stray arrows I had practiced with earlier.
"Think of women naught as weak, yet use this time given to you for your understanding," I continued wisely, strapping my quiver on tightly so that it wouldn't get in my way.
"If you wish to learn what I can accomplish, begin," I finished, gripping the hilt of my long blade from within its sheath at the side of my belt.
Boromir looked taken aback.
"Do not be so foolish as to-" He began, yet he halted as I unsheathed my long knife.
Then there was a pause of dangerous silence.
"Come, I have said to you that I wish us to become sparring partners," I started in an innocent tone as my eyes flashed over to his hand that was now gripping the sword at his side.
"I only wish to prove myself for the will of the company, is that alone a conspiracy?" I asked innocently, using the same words he did when cornering me after Lord Elrond's council.
I knew all too well how to get under a man's skin, for if an elf would have been in the place of Boromir, he would have not unsheathed his sword and met its blade with mine.
I inwardly smiled, and the sparring began.
I let us swordfight normally for a bit until I felt the man's anger go down. Then I began to move swiftly around Boromir, forcing him to understand that I was not playing games here. I felt his hits get more powerful, yet I was careful as to make sure he was still in control of his sword, for a man's rage was not one to tangle with.
When he had finally let go, I saw his eyes widen at his actions, and at this I smiled and took the opportunity to knock him to the ground, striking his sword out of his hands, and directing the tip of my sword to his chest.
There was a pause in which his frightened gaze from the ground realized I had won, and after a few moments, I began to smile, pulling away and sheathing my blade in relief.
