Galadriel's Daughter, the Prophesied Child.

Chapter 14: An Overload of White and a Perspective on Rivendell

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Chapter 14

Pharâzindil 's POV

A bright white light threatened to blind me as I opened my eyes, struggling to make out the blur in front of me. Further focus proved the image to focus in that of an elf - an unfamiliar face.

Panic overtook me.

Who is he? I wondered.

And more importantly, where was I? as I glanced around the room which gave off a peaceful atmosphere and wealth, I thought. It was specious, and had....white. Or perhaps, diverse shades of white, I mused amusedly. Complicated designs drawn on Ivory columns decorated the rooms, while tiles of blue, red, and yellow decorated the ground from what I could make of it.

White sheets, and a white coloured bed took up the majority of the room, and white or ivory furniture stood against the wall. A set of an off-white table stood in the centre with matching chairs, while a duvet was pushed on the opposite side of the wall.

Finally, white curtains parted through a fluttering wind to show the pink glow of the rising dawn, informing me that it was just before day break (and at a most ungodly hour.)

A voice broke my thoughts.

"Rest, dear one. You are safe here. I am Elrond, Lord of Imladris." the unknown elf answered my unspoken questions gently.
"It is I who healed you of the poison running through your veins."

"Thank you," I whispered. A sense of exhaustion and fatigue took over me. threatening to pull me back into the folds of sleep.

"Pharâzindil..." I sighed before closing my eyes. My name is Pharâzindil."

Little did I know, that if I had been awake just a few seconds longer, I would have seen what few could have boasted to see: the Lord of Imladris eyes widened with shock, and his face had turned pale from the news.

But I was oblivious as I returned to my healing slumber, and did not register the click of the door opening and closing, only to allow another persona in. I did not register that the Elven King stood observing my frame, nor did I feel him resting beside me as he pulled up a chair.

Hours passed; I finally awoke to the feeling of tears dripping down. Who? I mused. Who is in such sorrow? Blinking, I was shocked to see the oh-so-mighty King Thranduil weeping. Even if he had been a pompous arse, my heart still ached to see the Elvenking weeping. It was definitely not over me, I knew, but his attractiveness could not be denied, for only he could weep and still look majestic.

Reaching his face, I wiped a rolling tear from his face. I knew I was way overstepping social boundaries, as well as personal ones, but my heart grieved to see him look so...broken.

But why? Why is he so important to me, an elf who I barely just met; that out of possible charity and pity would travel to see me healed? I briefly wondered. It was strange, but I followed my heart.

"My lord Thranduil..." I tried to put my voice to a soothing tone to comfort him. He seemed to register my voice, and after a moment slapped my hand away.

"Do not touch me elleth. Next time I shall throw you in the dungeons." Rising briskly, he coldly stared down upon me and with a swish of his robes, exited the room with a loud oaken thump.

I sighed softly, resigned to the fact that he seemed to hate everyone but my saviour, Legolas - the king's son. Climbing out of bed shakily and unsteady on my feet, I took a few wobbling steps which continued to lead me to a private bath, still warm and steaming - begging me to rid the filth from my body.

By the time I was finished, the air was scented with honeysuckle and vanilla, and my hair was once again smooth and glinted with flashes of gold in the sunlight.

Upon further inspection, a beautiful clean dress hung behind the door the the bathing chambers; it was very much so that the hospitality of Rivendell - and the Lord Elrond - was impeccable.

Allowing myself to relax on the balcony, I stood viewing the gardens and veranda. The scenery took my breath away.

Truly, Rivendell, 'The Last Homely House East of the Sea,' was remarkable. Elves were rising and started to bustle about their daily business, while visiting lords from afar scurried about the courtyard from my point of view.

Light chatter and bright laughter could already be heard with the coming of the dawn, and not one sense of the darkness could be felt.

Tall trees of every sort grew aplenty everywhere, flowers, vines, and shrubs decorated the grounds.
A river with water from the Misty Mountains ran around the area, protecting it from invaders.

A certain calm was the atmosphere, and peace - the light of the Eldar - could be felt throughout the land. It was truly amazing, I marvelled. It was as if this was Valinor already, where the very Earth itself protected its people, its land.

And it was also nothing like Mirkwood, and its king.

I flashed back to the encounter of spiders, of the forbidding air around the woods of what had been known as Greenwood. Mirkwood suit its new name, however. Mirky in the least, forbidden to all, and dangerous. Not to mention the Elvenking Thranduil was cold, and ruthless, and lacked hospitality.

Although he did travel far from his lands to save you...a nagging voice said smugly in my head.

Lord Elrond, on the other hand, was warm and open. I could feel kindness radiating from his being, and wisdom that came from age and experience spoke from his eyes. After all, the 'eyes were the window to the soul' as my naneth would have said.

Thranduil....I sighed loudly. A pair of startled birds flew up from a nearby maple tree. He was undeniably handsome, and somehow even though he acted heartless, I sensed good in his heart. Afterall, he did save me from death, not once but twice.

"I did act out of line after I awoke," I muttered to myself. "It's high time I say thank you to the mighty King of Mirkwood."

And with that thought in hand, I carefully made my way out of my room, slightly dizzy. Gripping the wall, I stepped out into the sunlight in search for the King of Mirkwood.

And perhaps I may find Lord Elrond later to answer my questions....

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

Yes, I know I'm horrible for ending like that, but...meh.

On another point, I know some of you love Elrond soooo.....

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