The air was laden with heat. The sky was shining brightly. The stars were dancing around the moon above the peaceful kingdom of Lothlórien. The elves were already fast asleep as Irmo ruled over their dreams. The light that lit the majestic trees was...
A/N: Hi guys! Chapter 7! Sorry it's a bit long but I couldn't stop. I actually had to stop at some point but the next chapter will still be in Rivendell. A lot will happen there :p
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Chapter 7: Are you looking for purpose?
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Elentári was unconscious on the hard ground, her hair floating in the wind and covering her face. The orcs had run away, leaving her to bleed out on the ground as her soul slowly started to fade. However, in her comatose state she could still hear low footsteps around her as the earth beneath her body rumbled. She heard voices talk in rush tones but her ears could not understand what they were saying. She heard everything as if she was dived into cotton.
The elves searched among the dead orcs, some still on their horse to prevent any other attack. Lord Elrond's eyes scanned the area, slightly bothered by the orcs' presence on his lands. The great elf king could feel the presence of other beings close to Imladris, he knew that they would soon enter his city, he could feel it in the air.
"Nin hir! (My Lord)" An elf guard called out from before the secret passageway that led to their city. Elrond turned around to see the guard kneeling before a small silhouette. Elrond frowned and quickly made his way toward the guard but his eyes widen as he approached the injured silhouette.
"Hi bo na- ú- orch (This one is not an orc)." He breathed out as he brushed the silver-blond hair out of Elen's face. "Elentári..." Elrond couldn't believe what he was seeing, the elleth was barely breathing and her body was broken, pierced by a sword and an arrow... close to her heart.
Elrond slowly laid a gentle cool hand on the woman's forehead and closed his eyes. Her life was too important, he couldn't let this be her fate. She had yet so much to achieve.
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The Company arrived in Rivendell after a few minutes of trek. The dwarves looked skeptical as they walked across a bridge and entered the beautiful city. A few guards are seen strolling about as Bilbo gazed in awe at the beauty of the place. He turned around, trying to memorize each waterfall, each beautiful alcove, each color and bright light that filled his heart with peace. Bilbo was worried for Elentári, she was his friend after all and leaving her behind had been hard. Even if Gandalf had certified him that she would be alright when he asked him about the magic he felt in the air in the secret passageway, just a few minutes ago. Bilbo had constantly asked the Wizard why they had to leave Elen behind and after a few words of comfort, Bilbo knew that it had been the only option.
The dwarves looked quite uneasy as they walked on a footbridge and Bilbo looked even more impressed as a darkhaired elf walked down a flight of stairs and greeted them.
"Mithrandir." Lindir said with a small smile as he walked down the stairs.
"Ah, Lindir!" Gandalf exclaimed and smiled back. As Lindir and Gandalf greeted each other, the dwarves murmured amongst themselves in distrust. Gloin glared at the elf and the others, except Bilbo did the same.
