Lost Within a Dream - A Brief Encounter
Title: Lost within a Dream
Chapter 3: A Brief Encounter
Author: Melian (oathoffeanor@gmail.com)
Beta:
idoleia
Category: Lord of the Rings
Pairing: ofc/omc, Elrond, Elrohir, Bilbo Baggins
Rating: PG 13 (but could go a little higher later as the story progresses)
Warnings: Original characters
A/N: Character Amroth is the son of Celeborn and Galadriel and not the former rule of Lothlórien.
Summary: Inside the Healing house Elrond tends to the wounded and later learns the whereabouts of missing kin.
Disclaimers: Not my Elves, I just get to play with them. Story is intended for enjoyment purposes only. No copyright infringement is intended.
A Brief Encounter
Elrond narrowed his eyes in concentration, examining the elf-maid's body for more possible wounds, as Elrohir soundlessly approached his father's side, carrying a fresh washcloth in his hand.
"No matter how hard I try to think of something else the same questions keep popping up over and over. Why do we have to deal with so much death, destruction and chaos? Not to mention worrying if someone we love survives another day?"
Elrond took the cloth, dipped it into the bowl of water next to him on a small, portable wooden table and quickly glanced at his son.
"To be honest with you, Ro, I just don't know." Frowning, he started to wipe off the layer of caked blood on her chest. "Those seem to be the questions we all want answered. I can tell you this, I will do everything in my power to try to keep her alive."
He looked closely at the small jagged scar on her right side. "Apparently this wound that you both exposed is recent but how recent, I won’t know until she wakes."
Bilbo, now slightly confused, got up from his chair and walked towards the young elf that had now awoken.
"Forgive me Elrond for interrupting you both, but would not that young man know something about her?" The Shire resident broke the silence, finally voicing the thoughts occupying his mind.
The elder elf turned towards the aged Hobbit. "No need to apologize my friend." He shifted his gaze to the elf lying on the small bed across the room, "That is a possibility my friend, hopefully we could also get some answers as to why these people were here in the first place."
Returning to the young maid, the elf lord tended to her wounds, seemingly ignoring the rest of the world around him.
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The tedious hours of treating the wounded seemed more like an eternity to Elrond who had now finished the appointed task. He then sat quietly staring at the young maid, wondering who she was and why did she have such a hold on those around her? Suddenly a familiar voice from behind interrupted his stream of thoughts.
"Excuse me, milord. I do not mean to bother you in your solitude."
Recognizing the voice to be that of the elf who had cried out to him earlier, Elrond turned in the direction of the speaker, wondering what possibly could be the matter now.
"It is quite alright."
He rose to his feet and walked toward the young elf. After taking a seat next to his bed Elrond starts checking his dressing, "Hold still for a moment, this might tug a little." Tightening up the bandage he asks, "What can I do for you?" as he covers him back up.
"I would like to apologize. I did not mean to grab and make a scene like I did earlier..." the elf started, but Elrond had waved his hand.
"Do not worry about that, you were in shock so no harm done." He smiled, "tell me, what is your name?"
"Calaldar, milord," he answered.
Elrond nodded politely, "Welcome to my home, Master Calaldar." Moments later he reached for a pale bluish-grey woollen blanket on a nearby table then proceeded to cover his injured guest. "There you are. Now please tell me a little about yourself?"
Calaldar grabbed the edge of the blanket pulling it closer to his face, then took a deep breath before clearing his throat. "I am the Chief Advisor to Lord Amroth of Edhellond."
"Amroth still lives?" Elrond's eyes lit up, realizing that he just interrupted Calaldar, "Forgive me Calaldar, it has been an age since we last heard any news about Amroth, we were lead to believe that he had perished in the last siege over five hundred years ago."
"It is alright, milord. With everything that has been happening it is not hard to lose track of those so far away." he smiled faintly, "My master had instructed me and a number of guards to escort Webby westward, here to Imladris, for her own safety. Since she is not quite ready to sail for the West just yet."
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They again spoke briefly about Amroth, recalling what happened and why they were unable to contact the rest of the family. Then Calaldar started to tell Elrond about what happened.
Elrond still caught up by the news of Amroth still being alive, vaguely caught the name Webby and looked at the wounded elf oddly.
"I am sorry, but who is Webby?" the elf lord questioned, evidently puzzled by the name.
"Forgive my manners, Master Elrond. Webby is the pet name of Lady Vairë-Melian. We all informally address her as Webby on account she sometimes can act like a little spider with her weavings and as well because of the silver and grey that is woven throughout her red hair." Calaldar explained as Elrond raised an eyebrow at his answer when he added, "She is not very found of being addressed as "Lady". It sounds overly formal for her liking, regardless of the fact that she is my master's ward."
"Really? How interesting…." He trailed off, turning his head toward her direction, then back to Calaldar.
"Did I hear you right? Red hair?" Elrond was beyond confused with this new bit of information. "Are you sure it is not because her hair was saturated with blood?"
"No Master, it is red, as red as the fires of Mount Doom. When she was brought to us, she was just a week old infant. The only hairs on her head were that of silver and grey. when her hair started to grow, without warning, out shot out this mass of red locks. We were all shocked to say the least." He gave a light chuckle, recalling the vibrant colour of the long tresses.
“What was even more shocking than the hair, is the temper. Aiya! That temper." He expressed more amusement. "Let us hope that you will not have to witness her temper."
Elrond gave a little chuckle. "This I have to check this out for myself in the morning, but now it is time for me to leave and let you to rest. I will check in on you in the morning, maybe she will be awake and you can introduce her to me?"
"Thank you, and goodnight, milord." Calaldar replied before drifting back to sleep.
Chapter 3: A Brief Encounter
Author: Melian (oathoffeanor@gmail.com)
Beta:
idoleiaCategory: Lord of the Rings
Pairing: ofc/omc, Elrond, Elrohir, Bilbo Baggins
Rating: PG 13 (but could go a little higher later as the story progresses)
Warnings: Original characters
A/N: Character Amroth is the son of Celeborn and Galadriel and not the former rule of Lothlórien.
Summary: Inside the Healing house Elrond tends to the wounded and later learns the whereabouts of missing kin.
Disclaimers: Not my Elves, I just get to play with them. Story is intended for enjoyment purposes only. No copyright infringement is intended.
A Brief Encounter
Elrond narrowed his eyes in concentration, examining the elf-maid's body for more possible wounds, as Elrohir soundlessly approached his father's side, carrying a fresh washcloth in his hand.
"No matter how hard I try to think of something else the same questions keep popping up over and over. Why do we have to deal with so much death, destruction and chaos? Not to mention worrying if someone we love survives another day?"
Elrond took the cloth, dipped it into the bowl of water next to him on a small, portable wooden table and quickly glanced at his son.
"To be honest with you, Ro, I just don't know." Frowning, he started to wipe off the layer of caked blood on her chest. "Those seem to be the questions we all want answered. I can tell you this, I will do everything in my power to try to keep her alive."
He looked closely at the small jagged scar on her right side. "Apparently this wound that you both exposed is recent but how recent, I won’t know until she wakes."
Bilbo, now slightly confused, got up from his chair and walked towards the young elf that had now awoken.
"Forgive me Elrond for interrupting you both, but would not that young man know something about her?" The Shire resident broke the silence, finally voicing the thoughts occupying his mind.
The elder elf turned towards the aged Hobbit. "No need to apologize my friend." He shifted his gaze to the elf lying on the small bed across the room, "That is a possibility my friend, hopefully we could also get some answers as to why these people were here in the first place."
Returning to the young maid, the elf lord tended to her wounds, seemingly ignoring the rest of the world around him.
The tedious hours of treating the wounded seemed more like an eternity to Elrond who had now finished the appointed task. He then sat quietly staring at the young maid, wondering who she was and why did she have such a hold on those around her? Suddenly a familiar voice from behind interrupted his stream of thoughts.
"Excuse me, milord. I do not mean to bother you in your solitude."
Recognizing the voice to be that of the elf who had cried out to him earlier, Elrond turned in the direction of the speaker, wondering what possibly could be the matter now.
"It is quite alright."
He rose to his feet and walked toward the young elf. After taking a seat next to his bed Elrond starts checking his dressing, "Hold still for a moment, this might tug a little." Tightening up the bandage he asks, "What can I do for you?" as he covers him back up.
"I would like to apologize. I did not mean to grab and make a scene like I did earlier..." the elf started, but Elrond had waved his hand.
"Do not worry about that, you were in shock so no harm done." He smiled, "tell me, what is your name?"
"Calaldar, milord," he answered.
Elrond nodded politely, "Welcome to my home, Master Calaldar." Moments later he reached for a pale bluish-grey woollen blanket on a nearby table then proceeded to cover his injured guest. "There you are. Now please tell me a little about yourself?"
Calaldar grabbed the edge of the blanket pulling it closer to his face, then took a deep breath before clearing his throat. "I am the Chief Advisor to Lord Amroth of Edhellond."
"Amroth still lives?" Elrond's eyes lit up, realizing that he just interrupted Calaldar, "Forgive me Calaldar, it has been an age since we last heard any news about Amroth, we were lead to believe that he had perished in the last siege over five hundred years ago."
"It is alright, milord. With everything that has been happening it is not hard to lose track of those so far away." he smiled faintly, "My master had instructed me and a number of guards to escort Webby westward, here to Imladris, for her own safety. Since she is not quite ready to sail for the West just yet."
They again spoke briefly about Amroth, recalling what happened and why they were unable to contact the rest of the family. Then Calaldar started to tell Elrond about what happened.
Elrond still caught up by the news of Amroth still being alive, vaguely caught the name Webby and looked at the wounded elf oddly.
"I am sorry, but who is Webby?" the elf lord questioned, evidently puzzled by the name.
"Forgive my manners, Master Elrond. Webby is the pet name of Lady Vairë-Melian. We all informally address her as Webby on account she sometimes can act like a little spider with her weavings and as well because of the silver and grey that is woven throughout her red hair." Calaldar explained as Elrond raised an eyebrow at his answer when he added, "She is not very found of being addressed as "Lady". It sounds overly formal for her liking, regardless of the fact that she is my master's ward."
"Really? How interesting…." He trailed off, turning his head toward her direction, then back to Calaldar.
"Did I hear you right? Red hair?" Elrond was beyond confused with this new bit of information. "Are you sure it is not because her hair was saturated with blood?"
"No Master, it is red, as red as the fires of Mount Doom. When she was brought to us, she was just a week old infant. The only hairs on her head were that of silver and grey. when her hair started to grow, without warning, out shot out this mass of red locks. We were all shocked to say the least." He gave a light chuckle, recalling the vibrant colour of the long tresses.
“What was even more shocking than the hair, is the temper. Aiya! That temper." He expressed more amusement. "Let us hope that you will not have to witness her temper."
Elrond gave a little chuckle. "This I have to check this out for myself in the morning, but now it is time for me to leave and let you to rest. I will check in on you in the morning, maybe she will be awake and you can introduce her to me?"
"Thank you, and goodnight, milord." Calaldar replied before drifting back to sleep.