Cursed

IV

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I had continued on the path that I presumed would lead me straight to Rivendell. I would most likely be late by the sun noticeably rising higher into the sky. I hoped Gandalf would understand my reason for tardiness ; at least I was alive.

I was walking for about 20 long minutes when I heard the distant sound of muttering. The council had begun.

As I approached the centre of the mystical elven kingdom, I took in the glorious glow of the trees and the shimmer of the teal rooftops that started to peak above the tree line. Though as I came closer and closer, the bickering became louder, distracting me from my thoughts.

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I hoped I would appear presentable enough in front of the others, even if I feared doing so. My wounds had begun to heal and my scars fade. One of the pros of having a curse, I guessed. I remember my parents were shocked when they figured out my woulds could heal on their own. I remember being about 8 and I had fallen over, probably chasing one of the guards. I had a large gash on my left leg, preventing me from moving anywhere. I was taken to the hospital wing and treated there, but when my mother came to check on me, there was not a mark to be seen.

As I approached, I dusted myself off and heard the soft-spoken, yet authoritative voice of Lord Elrond. I had met with him only once when I visited Rivendell, and he was happy to keep my secret safe. I also met Arwen at that time too, and she welcomed me with open arms.

Gandalf POV

"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You have  been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle Earth stands on the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate, this one doom. Bring forth the Ring, Frodo." Elrond called up the little hobbit sat next to me, while the other members of the council stared unknowingly at each other.

All the seats were filled. Those of dwarves, men, and elves were joined together. There was one missing though. Next to the hobbit was an empty seat. One reserved for Y/N. I didn't fear for her safety, as I knew she could hold her own. I did not know what trouble she had gotten herself into this time though, for she was one who barely troubled herself.

My thought train was distracted suddenly by the rustling of leaves and crunching of dirt from behind the where the hobbit was seated.

"Am I perhaps late?"

Y/N POV

-"Am I perhaps late?" I spoke quietly. The attention of all the council members was brought on me. "It appears you have arrived just on time, my dear." Lord Elrond spoke, as I swiftly lowered my head to pay my respects. "My lord." I stated before I took my seat. I presumed the hobbit would be sitting next to Gandalf, as he was currently stood confused in the centre of the circle, like a deer caught by torchlight while crossing a road.

"I apologise for causing a disturbance and for my tardiness; I ran into some unexpected visitors on the way." I mumbled towards Elrond. He nodded understandably. I then watched as the small hobbit placed the ring into the centre of a podium in the middle of the meeting. He came and sat back down, throwing me a kind smile. I was smiling back at the small hobbit, who I guesses was Frodo, the cousin of the one who found the ring. My thoughts were disturbed as the ring hissed and whispered words of old evil.

As the ring spoke to each council member, I took opportunity to see how each companion reacted, and just to understand who each were. To my left was the hobbit. He had a hand brought up to his head, feeling the effects of the ring. I then noticed Gandalf blabbering about the ring being pure evil. Next to Gandalf were some elves, woodland ones at that. One particularly drew my attention. He presented himself with more importance. I watched as he continued staring at the ring, until his eye contact found something else. Me.