Middle-Earth Coma

Chapter 4-The Council

3rd person POV:
RIVENDELL

Ayla and Larien hastily walked through the halls of the palace. Ayla kept looking around trying to memorize the way in case she needed to go back to her healing room.  Larien walked as softly as a feather lands, soundless, elegant and beautiful. They stopped in front of a door. Larien turned to Ayla and said

"I shall not go into the secret council as I do not wish to get into trouble. I will see you in your healing room after it has finished"

And with that, Larien hurried down the hall and turned out of Ayla's sight.

Ayla's POV:

I took a very deap breath in and exhaled through my mouth slowly. I knew Elrond would not be pleased and that I would have to lie better than ever to fool Gandalf and the Elves. But I cosplay, I'm good at pretending that I'm someone I'm not. I took one more deep breath as the last one and opened the doors. I entered the room to find all eyes on me. I looked around and was surprised to see that all the characters looked like the actors from the movies. It was pretty cool, not gonna lie. It was a dream come true.... Kinda. Lord Elrond stood up and walked over to me. He looked me up and down before asking

"And... Who might you be?"

There was slight annoyance to his tone of voice but other than that it was neutral.

I bowed down to Lord Elrond.

"I am Ayla, one of the patients that is staying here at the palace"

I replied.

Lord Elrond believed I was telling the truth as he continued to ask

"Why have you interrupted this secret council?"

He said this calmly but I knew he was pissed off.
I started to regret my decision of coming to the secret council but I kept my head high.

"I can see what will happen in the future of the riddance of the ring."

Lord Elrond looked amused and smirked. It was obvious that he didnt believe me, and neither did other members of the council, I assumed, judging by a couple of snickers coming from different directions.
Lord Elrond help up a hand motioning for the snickerers to stop.

"Is this so, Ayla? If it is, I suppose you have seen what has happened to the ring bearer while traveling to Rivendell."
I nodded slowly looking at the faces of the council members. Elrond continued
"In that case, I would like you to give us the names of the four halflings"

I nodded and smiled. The hobbits were my favorite characters, I knew their names as if they were my family. I walked further into the room and looked at Frodo.

"He is Frodo Baggins, a hobbit from the Shire that used to live with his uncle Bilbo for a while until this adventure came along, he is the ring bearer. A heavy burden, but he is strong enough to carry it"
Frodo gave me a small nod telling me I had gotten it right.
Booyah! One in the bag, threeto go I thought to myself as I turned to Lord Elrond.
"The three other hobbits are Samwise Gamgee, a great gardener and friend who will play an important part in the quest to follow; Peregrin Took, who will cause us to laugh and will help his friends no matter what and lastly Meriadoc Brandybuck, Peregrin’s cousin. Always getting him into trouble and then helping him out of it"
I smiled fondly thinking of how they had made me laugh during the books and the movies.
Then I motioned Elrond to come closer, I placed my mouth near his ear so only he could hear my words

"The 3 other halflings I mentioned are in this council hiding. They will spring out at the end"

I moved away, waiting for Lord Elrond's answer.

After what seemed like an eternity he said

"You may stay"

I released a breath I hadn't realized I was holding in and took a seat near Frodo.
"HannonLe"
I said whilst I took a seat close to Frodo. Then the council continued as if nothing had happened.

3rd person POV:
MINNESOTA
Mrs Stevens sat in the uncomfortable hospital chair next to her daughter Ayla's bed. The doctora had said that the coma Ayla was in was obe of the deepest seen. Her mum clutched her daughter's limp hand, while tears ran down her cheeks.
"Please Ayla, wake up my darling. I love you so much"
Mrs Stevens whispered hoarsely.
"Say something, please, I can't lose you"
Ayla twitched and unconsciously whispered
"HannonLe"
Her mother strained to hear what her daughter said but it was unmistakeably the phrase 'thank you' in elvish.
Fear took over Mrs Stevens expression. She knew where her daughter was, and it was one of the scariest thoughts she had ever had in her entire life.

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