A Half Elf's Love

Mirky Waters

Our first week or so was uneventful. One day we stopped to rest in a patch of rocks, and I sat beside my brother. I hadn't had any visions lately, which was either a good or bad thing. Aragorn pulled out his pipe, lighting it and beginning to smoke. Elladan and Legolas stood on patched of rocks, talking to each other about a multitude of different things. Gandalf spoke from his rock perch, looking haggard like the rest of us.

"We must hold this course west of the Misty Mountains for forty days. If our luck holds, the Gap of Rohan will still be open to us. From there our road turns east to Mordor." No one really responded to the plan, but Sam began to cook food. Boromir took Merry and Pippin aside, teaching them how to sword fight. Frodo sat on his own, and Gimli chose to talk everyone's ear off, though no one really cared to listen. Boromir spoke to Merry and Pippin as he ran them through paces.

"Two, one, five. Good. Very good." It was nice to see him not be obsessed over the Ring, but I was still worried. My vision may have passed without anything going wrong, but the future was still undetermined as of know. My brother spoke up from his pipe, watching the hobbits.

"Move your feet." Merry and Pippin exchanged banter as the sparred.

"You look good, Pippin."

"Thanks!" Boromir quickened the pace and I finally listened to what Gimli was talking about.

"If anyone was to ask for my opinion, which I note they're not, I'd say we were taking the long way round. Gandalf, we could pass through the Mines of Moria. My cousin, Balin, would give us a royal welcome." I shuddered at the mention of the mines. They were evil, and everyone but Gimli knew it. Gandalf spoke back, smoking his own pipe.

"No Gimli, I would not take the road through Moria unless I had no other choice." I turned my attention back to Boromir and the hobbits, and Boromir praised the two.

"Come on. Good." I heard Pippin yelp. Boromir had accidentally nicked Pippin's hand. Boromir began apologizing rapidly. Then the hobbits tackled him. Pippin shouted from the tangle of limbs now on the ground.

"For the Shire! Hold him! Hold him down! Merry!" Aragorn stood, stowing his pipe. He chuckled softly, standing above the mess of limbs.

"Gentlemen, that's enough." He laid a hand on both hobbit's shoulders, only to be pulled down by the two. I stood, jumping into the mess and helping the hobbits take down my brother and Boromir. We finally stopped and all helped each other up. Boromir spoke about something and I heard a slight ringing in my ears.

"It's moving fast...against the wind." The ringing was getting louder. I thought it was from all the screaming of hobbits. Legolas and Elladan shouted in unison.

"Crebain from Dunland!" A bright white light flashed across my eyes.

(Aragorn POV)

I watched as Delia crumpled to the ground. I dragged her under the rocks with me holding my hand over her mouth. I couldn't look at her eyes. The mist scared me. It looked painful despite how much she swore it wasn't. The birds circled around the hill, a few times before flying off. Delia was still unresponsive, so I stayed beside her under the rocks. Elladan came over, staring at her eyes. I watched as he blinked away tears. Suddenly her eyes cleared and she went to shoot up. I pushed her back down as beads of cold sweat rolled down her face. She stared at me, breathing heavily. Once I got her out from under the rocks I hugged her tightly.

"Deliadis, you're alright. Everything's alright." She cried into my neck, gripping me tightly.

"There's something in the lake. A monster. Something in the lake. The waters. It's horrible." I held her tight, calming her down as Gandalf spoke.

"Spies of Saruman! The passage South is being watched. We must take the Pass of Caradhras." All of us stared at the snowy mountains above us. Once our things were packed, and Delia was calm, we began to hike towards the mountains. It was going to be a very long day.

(Deliadis POV)

I sat alone that night, keeping my legs to my chest. The water from my vision was still prevalent in my mind. I shivered as I remembered the cold of the water running over my skin. Someone threw a cloak around me. I looked up at the figure above me.

"Hello Elladan." He sat beside me, placing an arm along my shoulders. "Won't you get cold?"

"I am an elf. It takes quite a lot for me to feel it." I leaned against him, pulling on my fingers. "Care to talk about it?"

"There was water. So much water. It was a lake. There was monster in the lake. It had tentacles. They were cold. Slimy." My hands began to shake. Elladan placed a hand over mine, stopping them. He used the hand around my shoulders to rub my back again. It felt good as I leaned into his hand. I was absolutely exhausted. I leaned closer into Elladan, feeling him kiss the top of my head. I was too tired to blush. I closed my eyes, falling asleep.