The next morning dawned bright and early. I dressed simply in a grey cotton dress that laced up the sides and an outer moss green dress. Braiding my hair as I walked down the halls, I joined the family for breakfast. I was feeling a little more at ease with them ever since yesterday when I spent more time with them.
"Good morning," I greeted them.
"Good morning, Esther. Did you sleep well?" Lord Elrond asked with a smile.
I sat across from Elrohir and shot him a smile as I started to fill my plate. "Yes, I did."
"I noticed you seemed to really enjoy the music, my dear," Celebrian said as she buttered some bread. "Are you a musician?"
"Uh, not really. More of a lover of music. I play a little but..." I shrugged and began eating, hoping they would not question me any further.
"Really? What do you play?" asked Elladan.
"Um... guitar?" I winced, not knowing if they knew what a guitar was or not.
They looked at me quizzically. "What's a guitar? I don't think I've heard of one."
"It's uh, a bit like a lute?" I answered.
Please don't ask anymore questions.
"Is this an instrument from your home?" asked Lord Elrond.
I coughed slightly on the lump of bread I had been chewing and took a sip of the water placed in front of me. Why did I even answer them? I could have mentioned a harp or one of the other instruments I have played that I have seen here! I was trying to keep them from asking questions about my home, but so far I was not doing a very good job of it. The only way to do it was if I did not give them time to ask.
"Y-Yes, it is."
"Where is your home?" asked Arwen. "Surely you wish to return as soon as possible?"
"Well-" I looked around the table to see everyone watching me expectantly.
What am I supposed to say now? I could say that I was from a city far away from here, but then they would want to know where it was, I had no clue about any of the cities in this land. That is not even mentioning the fact I do not even know if there are multiple countries and seas to separate the countries.
"Well, I'm from a city far away... to the... north," I answered.
"And what city would that be?"
Not knowing what to do or say, I mumbled a quick excuse, and hurriedly excusing myself, much to their confusion, I rushed out and made my way to the stables. I needed some time to myself, and that was the only place I could think of. The cheerful workers greeted me with a smile and a friendly wave of the hand. I shyly waved back and stepped into the warm stable. Most of the horses had been let free to roam the fields, but a few remained. I hurried to Nínim's stall and was disappointed when her gentle face did not greet me over the door. Biting my lip, I hesitantly stepped outside and looked around for one of the stable hands. One appeared at that moment around the side of the building, pushing a wheelbarrow.
"Uh, excuse me, sir," I called out. I walked towards him, and he placed his wheelbarrow down to look at me.
He greeted me in the Elvish fashion, a somewhat quizzical look on his face. "Good morning, lady. May I help you?"
"Um, yes. I came to see Nínim, but she wasn't in her stall?"
"Ah, yes! We put her out to pasture this morning with the other horses."
"Oh, I see," I said, disappointed I would not be able to see her.
"But if you would like, I'm sure she would be happy for your company in the fields."
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Her Resurrection
Fanfiction"My life had changed, and not solely for the better. At least, it did not seem that way at the time." A young woman goes missing in a small southern town. What the residents do not know is that she has not only gone missing from their town...
