The Dark Dragon of Middle Earth

The Quest and new friends? {Edit}

"Elanor! Get your head out of your thoughts and listen!"  I snap out and look at Celeborn. I smile and apologize to my brother-in-law. He just pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head with his eyes closed and an irk mark slowly becoming visible on his head. I chuckle in my head. I have been known to annoy an elf out of their usually cold demeanor. I bow to respectfully leave. Gandalf walks up the stairs with me, and we chuckle at the reaction from Cel. Then Gandalf talks with me about his quest in a hushed tone. I instantly agree and we will leave in the morning. I ask an elleth to fix my clothes (politely, because you are a savage if you don't ask politely), and take a bath. I wash my dirty hair and body, then I jump onto my bed in a night gown. I snuggle on my bed, pulling the blanket over me, a pillow under my head, and continue to wiggle around until I'm under a mass of blankets.

When I drift off to the world of dreams, a recurring nightmare of a memory slowly plays, blurred at the edges of my vision, a cold sweat starting to cover my body.

[I am currently fighting a dozen orcs, paying attention to those fighting close to me. I then hear a shout, and see Sauron swinging a mace around with a gold ring on his right hand. I run towards him, killing as I go, and saving the mortals. I reach him, and put up a decent fight. I am scared, but I can't show fear. Eventually, I turn to the right to dodge an attack, then I feel as if I had been clawed. I scream from the pain, but I don't let it stop me. I turn around to see my blood on his left hand. It seems he might have tried to grab my hair, but he missed and ended up scratching my back. I see Elrond trying to get to me, but he can't. I fight some more, but Sauron seems more interested in the mortal king. 

He ends up pushing me away into some orcs that I knock over. Elrond appears next to me, and kills the orcs before they get up. I'm carried away, until a shock-wave knocks everyone down. Elrond goes with Isildur to Mount Doom, but the mortal comes back out with the ring intact. Elrond soon follows, and has the healers take me to Rivendell. I black out and awake.]

I sit up shivering from the sweat, my eyes on the dark horizon. I feel the ache on my back, and slowly relax as I stretch. I go to the bath, and clean again. I figure, since I'm awake before the sun, then I should pack. I change into my travel gear.

My scale jacket with the hood over my off-shoulder blouse with a girdle vest, my black leggings with scale guards on my shin and calf, then put guards on my forearms and shoulders. I put my sword on my hip, my bow and quivers on my back, and hide a variety of daggers and knives all over. I put my dual daggers behind my hips and put on my boots that end just beneath my shin guards. I lace them up, and pack a few more clothes, along with my grey cloak and wrap my circlet in a velvet handkerchief. On an impulse, I grab a few more, along with a few small books and my special cloak made from the softer scales of my underbelly that I found out are waterproof. Because of any unexpected weather, I never want to be underprepared. The maid from yesterday knocked and enters my room with my newly fixed clothes and thank her. I leave with her out of my room, and she braids my hair on the way down. I'm very impatient and can't stay still long enough for anyone, except for Galadriel and Celeborn. Yes, even Celeborn. He scares me, but not as much as Sis.

When we reach the bottom, she's done. She did a simple braid down the middle of my hair, leaving the rest of my hair free to cover my ears. I am finishing hugging Galadriel when Gandalf arrives at the bottom of the stairs. We walk to the edge and set off on horses to the Shire to meet up with the dwarves and the Hobbit. I have my hood up the whole ride. My saddlebag is packed with lembas bread and a waterskin. I know the dwarves would want to mainly eat meat, but I won't eat it. I carry an extra waterskin no one knows, except for a few Dwarven friends who sneak it to me. It's Dwarven mead, and I have actually drank with a few Dwarves to earn enough respect to be sneaked some. I even have a hidden barrel I've been aging for some years in my room at Rivendell, which Elrond's troublesome sons have tried to search for. I hope none ask about them, but I do believe they might ask.