Journey to Middle Earth // Thorin Oakenshield

Chapter 8

Sara sat upon the railing overlooking the waterfall. Mason lay next to the railing, basking in the sun while lying on his back with his feet suspended in the air and his nose nuzzled between his front paws. Sara reached up to play with her hair only to remember that it was short and billowing in her face. She tried to push it back again but failed miserably and huffed, leaving it as it was. She was contemplating going where there was no breeze when she sensed a presence behind her. Turning around, she found Arwen standing there, smiling at her.
Sara's eyes widened in surprise. She hadn't expected to meet Arwen especially when she didn't see her around the day before or earlier that morning and Sara had to admit, Arwen was probably her favorite female character.... Person from Middle Earth.

"I hope I did not disturb you," Arwen asked in her soothing voice.

Sara shook her head, turning around on the railing, "Not at all Lady Arwen."
The elf smiled as she held up her hand, motioning for Sara to stay seated. Arwen walked over to the railing and placed her hands on it, Sara turning to face the same direction.

"How did you know my name?" the elf inquired.

Sara mentally slapped herself. She needed to get in the habit of acting completely clueless.

"Oh well.... I erm...." The girl stuttered, only to notice Arwen smiling at her.

"You are not from this world, are you?" Arwen inquired. "My father mentioned it."
Sara nodded before Arwen looked back out over the waterfall, "And you know what is going to happen."
The girl started, turning to look at the she elf, only to see Arwen smiling sweetly at the waterfall.

"How did you know?" Sara squeaked.

"I could sense it in how you looked at people," Arwen replied, "Like you knew them already but acted like you didn't. And also, how you looked at your companions, especially the three sons of Durin."
Sara shifted nervously. Was her concern about Fili, Kili and Thorin's fate that obvious? She hoped that they hadn't noticed.

"They are completely oblivious," Arwen remarked, as if sensing what the girl was thinking. "You do not need to worry."
"Do you think I will be able to change.... Some things that will happen?" Sara asked.

Arwen smiled at the girl before reaching over and gripping her hand tightly, "No one knows, but I have a feeling that if you wish to help them, then that may very well be the reason you are here."
Sara nodded. The two were swallowed in silence before Arwen turned to the girl and smiled, "I came up here to tell you that your companions are sparring together. I thought you might want to join them."
Sara's face lit up and she smiled thankfully at the elf. She turned around to climb off the railing and hopped off. She looked up to realize that Arwen was watching her with an intrigued smile.

"You are very light on your feet and agile," the elf pointed out. "Unlike any human of this world."
Sara nodded, "It's a little uncanny. I used to be incredibly clumsy in my world but since I came here, I have noticed that I have almost lightened up."

Arwen smiled, her eyes looking like she was staring off into another dimension when she snapped out of it and motioned for the girl to follow her. The elf silently led Sara through the corridors before she came upon a room. Silently Arwen entered and Sara followed. It was a bedroom, but Sara noted that it looked like no one had used it in a while. Arwen brought out a small box before opening it and lifting something delicate, made of slender wire and tiny gems.

"This belonged to my mother. She gave them to me before she died. However, I was never one to be agile and light on my feet all the time."
Sara's eyes widened when the elf held it out to her, "I couldn't take these! They were your mother's!"
Arwen nodded, "They were my mother's but now they are mine. There is plenty here for me to remember my mother by and I feel that these would be put to much better use if you used them instead of them sitting in a box going unused."
Sara paused but Arwen bent down and clipped the two onto Sara's ankles. Sara glanced down at them when Arwen rose to her feet and she realized that they looked fragile, but they felt strong and durable like they would last much.