To Journey's End || Rings of Power

Chapter 1: An Old Friend

Elvene's POV

I wish that forever did actually mean forever, it's been well over a millenia, since I last spoke to my sister.

It is a day like no other, I roll out of bed around midday and take a midday stroll through the woods. The same dream, the one with my sister, when she was still alive. I didn't hope to see an old friend today, one that I thought was long gone, until she showed up in my life again. It has been a little over two centuries since I last saw her and I was beginning to fear the worst. She had died and was no longer with us.

That's what we all believe, my day began like any other, I got out of bed and I am now on a midday walk through the woods of Lindon. I always wanted to return home to Valinor, but I also want to stay in Middle-earth. I am a protector of this world and its people. Even though we don't always get along with the Men or Dwarves. I still feel like I have some responsibility over them.

Most Elves hate Men and somewhat Dwarves. I somewhat hate Men, not so much holding a quarrel against Dwarves. Elrond's best friend is a Dwarf after all, so how can I hold a quarrel.

I silently walk through the mostly silent woods, birds chirping every now and then, how my walks are normally quiet and that's the way they've always been. I don't want or need company. I just come out here when I want and or need to be left alone. I continue to walk deeper into the forest of Lindon, hoping to maybe find a sturdy tree to climb up and look over the top of the leaves above the forest.

Some days you feel alone. Others you don't. Today is one of those days where I miss Galadriel. I was once traveling with her until I got wounded and had to be sent back here for immediate medical treatment.

I would've probably lost an arm, maybe a leg and a couple of fingers if it weren't for Elven magic.

Galadriel and I both lost someone close to us. For me it was my sister and for her, her brother. I hunt Sauron with her, until the very end. Until I couldn't continue anymore. Until I was too wounded, internally and externally to function like a regular being. I was weak, but not weak enough to just give up the search. As I walk in the woods, I think back on the times we've had together, and wish the gods would protect her, if not for me. Then for her brother.

I truly feel alone and maybe that's how it was supposed to be. Me just a lonely Elven girl, trying to fight with her every last breath. Trying to make a difference in the world. Trying to do good and not evil.

But I realized that only hurt the people around me and so I tried to cut myself off from everyone and wander far away. Everytime I try to wander, something inside of me pulls me back. As if someone was invisible trying to tell me, you have to go back and you can't leave right now. I feel it's impossible to leave, especially no more than ever.

I walk to gather my thoughts the majority of the time. I walk because well first of all exercise and second of all peace and quiet, I hate being disturbed.

Elrond would disturb me often if I were to stay in the city, but if I were to go on long walks, he can't find me, unless something is really important than he can. He always seems to be able to, and I don't know why. I don't know how he always knows where I am, when he needs me, it seems to be a magic trick on his part. A trick I can't seem to discover the truth about.

I walk with one foot in front of the other, barely touching the ground as I walk. I just want to find a big tree and sit in it for the rest of the day, until sundown. When sundown hits, it becomes dangerous to wander the world, especially if you wander it alone. Elrond sometimes would accompany me, but that is very rare.

I turn around and walk back towards the city, I've walked for long enough already, I've had enough time to gather my thoughts. I typically try to track where Galadriel is or where she will be. I hope she's still alive. I know she probably is, but I still worry a lot.