The Elf From America-Part Seven – The Council of Elrond

by Oct 26, 2002Stories

The day had come! Elenya sat in the courtyard among many others. They were all male but for her. There were five whom she knew Frodo, Strider, Gandalf, Glorfindel, and Elrond of course. She recognized three others, although she didn’t know how. She saw a small dwarf with bushy red hair.

Gimli, of course! She smiled. She saw a man clothed in a royal state. Boromir! The last one she knew was Legolas. He was handsome! He didn’t look like Orlando Bloom, but he was very handsome. Maybe even more than Brad Pitt! She noticed something too. He was staring at her. His gaze was fixed upon her, and he could not look away. She didn’t have time to think about it then. She tried to ignore him as she took her seat beside Frodo.

The Council began with an introduction to introduce the Hobbit Frodo and tell of the History of the Last Alliance. Then they introduced Boromir. Boromir told the Council of his dream that had come to him and his brother Faramir. He spoke of the poem, “Seek for the Sword that was Broken. In Imladris, it dwells. There shall be councils taken stronger than Morgul spells. There shall be shown a token that doom is near at hand. Isildur’s Bane shall waken and the Halfling forth shall stand.”

“Here more shall be made clearer to you,” Aragorn said.

This was the part she had been waiting for! Aragorn cast the shards of Narsil upon the table to the amazement of Boromir. “Here is the sword that was broken!” Aragorn was revealed!

Boromir doubted Aragorn which you know, but Aragorn forgave him of course. Frodo then brought forth the Ring and Elrond spoke of Isildur’s Bane. Then Aragorn asked Boromir if he wished the sword to be taken to Gondor. Boromir said it would be a great help if the Sword of Elendil were to go to Gondor, but he still doubted the Possessor of it. Bilbo then spoke Aragorn’s poem.

“All that is gold does not glitter. Not all those who wander are lost. The old that is strong does not wither. Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken. A light from the Shadows will spring. Renewed shall be blade that was broken! The crownless again will be KING!”

Aragorn forgave Boromir’s doubt once again and told him that he was indeed Isildur’s Heir. Aragorn would go to Minas Tirith!

Frodo then spoke of the tale of the Ring and the events that had happened to him and his hobbit friends. He included the Elven girl’s part as well as the attack on Weathertop which Legolas was greatly interested in.

They continued to discuss the Ring and whether there it be the Real Ruling Ring and what should be done with it. Gandalf spoke the words of the Mordor tongue that were written upon it. And Legolas spoke of Gollum and his escape from the elves. Gandalf continued on about Saruman and his escape from Orthanc and of his journey to Rivendell. They debated about the Ring and if it shoul be given to Tom Bombadil.

“What does the she-elf think for she was with him?” Elrond asked.

Elenya replied, “From what I have seen of Tom Bombadil is that he is a noble fellow and quite trustworthy and on our side. But he has no power over the Ring or rather the Ring has no power over him. He nearly regarded it as a magic toy! I mean no disrespect or offense to him, but I believe he would soon forget it if he was its possessor. And if we were to give it to him, it would only postpone the day of evil longer not destroy it.”

They turned to Elrond and again debated. They said there were only two things left to do and that was to throw it into the Sea or destroy it. They finally decided it should be destroyed because the Sea is not even safe, and it would be discovered still. Bilbo offered to destroy it but also admitted that he was old to journey. Frodo then spoke up and said those fatal words, “I will take it!”


It had been a long day Emilie thought to herself. She didn’t know how long it took for men to debate a problem and form a solution until the Council of Elrond. Now she knew why it took them so long to make up their minds. The Fellowship had been decided and she was included. She was glad and said she would stay with Frodo till the end unless she was separated.

The dress, which she wore, flattered her figure very nicely. It was similar to the one she had found herself in the first time but this one exposed more of her back keeping her cooler and would keep her cooler during the hot days of the journey.

The night was warm. She made up her mind to take a walk for she would never have an opportunity like this again. The stars did not shine this brightly in America or her whole world for that matter.

Elenya wandered into the midst of the garden. She kept her face to the sky relishing the stars. She felt like singing but did not wish to wake anyone. She decided to hum the words to a song and dance. Her curly brown hair waved about in the wind as her bare feet moved to the rhythm of the song. She loved to dance and did it quite often, but this was different. She wasn’t dancing in her basement but in Rivendell. She felt like the girl from Tuck Everlasting but no others were around. She twirled about not caring how silly she may have appeared. Her dress was loosely fit around the shoulders and was falling, but she cared not. She finally finished and was out of breath, but didn’t take her eyes off the beautiful scenery. She pulled the dress up which had been falling further down her shoulders. She was thinner than she knew. She suddenly felt a chill run up her spine when she realized she wasn’t alone.

“Another elf who loves the stars and enjoys dancing as much as I,” she heard a voice behind her say.

Elenya turned around and saw Legolas sitting on a bench with his arms oustretched. A crooked smile was fixed on her face. She whirled around to face him.

“How long have you been there?” she asked.

“Quite awhile. You were oblivious to everything but the sky above you and your feet below you. You are quite a dancer,” he said, widening his smile.

“I enjoy it. You are Legolas, are you not?”

“Yes, I saw you at the Council of Elrond and heard you speak.”

“More like you were staring at me,” she added softly looking down at her dress.

“Well, there never has been a woman at the council of Elrond,” he answered her.

“I am not a woman. Simply a girl.”

“Age does not matter for the elves. I am three thousand years old but still have a full and endless life ahead of me as do you,” he stood up.

He began to inch closer to her. What would happen? She had not done much research about Legolas and his past. She just remembered a story of him and Melia and how he was not unskilled at kissing. She knew from her sister that a man could love more than one woman. But would she love him? All she knew was that he was a man. A very handsome drop dead gorgeous arrogant man.

“Most girls I’ve known would jump at this chance,” he smiled at her beginning to close the distance between them. She could nearly feel his sweet breath upon her face. His body was certainly close.

“I am not one of them. You are too arrogant,” she said and began to walk away.

Legolas grasped her hand. It was a gentle touch yet firm at the same time.

“Let me go!” she objected.

“Your name. What is your name, I beg of you?” He turned to face her and she saw the pleading look in his eyes.

“My name is of no consequence to you this night. You shall hear it soon enough.”

“I disagree. If we are to be traveling companions, it will be my duty to protect you.”

“I can take care of myself!” Emilie argued not liking where the situation was going. ” It is not your duty nor anyone’s duty!”

“We elves must look out for each other,” Legolas said, brushing a hand across her cheek. She flinched as his hand caressed her cheek and continued to trawl down her neck.

“What do you fear?” he asked moving his face toward hers.
She was trembling when she felt Legolas grasping her shoulders.

She whispered, “You.”

“There’s no need.”

She couldn’t stop him though she tried. Her knees buckled. He caught her in his arms and enveloped her mouth in one soft kiss. She was stunned. There had been other guys she had liked in her own world, but this was the first time she had ever been kissed. She was only sixteen. How could this happen? She already had a boyfriend in America, but he was nothing like Legolas. Legolas was not inexperienced at kissing at all. He did it very well for he had practiced. But she couldn’t let him fall in love with her. Too late for that! He wrapped his arms around her waist, which bore no fabric from the dress. She felt his body pressing against her.

“No!” she exclaimed, pushing him back. “Legolas, you can’t do this! You don’t know what you’re doing!”

“I always know what I am doing,” he said, taking her hand.

This is why she preferred Aragorn’s kindness and bravery over Legolas’s arrogance and recklessness even if he did look better than Brad Pitt.

“We are elves are we not?” he asked, running his fingers through her hair.


“Well then. I have never met an elf such as you,” he said, taking her shoulders in his grasp again so she couldn’t escape.

“How can you know me? We’ve met for only five minutes!” she reminded him.

He ran a hand across her cheek and down her neck and said, “I know is that I love you. You elf with no name.”

Legolas pulled her closer again when she said, ” Stop! Please Legolas! You don’t know me! You don’t know anything!”

He took her face in his hands. She couldn’t bear to see his face his eyes that made her melt into him. “I know you enough,” he said. ” Enough to know that you are an elf and that I’m in love with you.”

“You can’t be you just can’t!” but inside Elenya felt her heart giving way as he looked into her eyes tearing her fears apart.

“It’s not so impossible. Give into me! Look at me!” she did.
He kissed her again.

Would he take her this night as he would Melia someday according to the story? No! She had to stop him. But when she felt his lips upon her. She could not think of a single reason why she should stop him. Legolas felt the white jewel of the necklace fixed on her chest. She felt uncomfortable as he pressed against the fabric moving it further down the curve of her arm. He finally ceased kissing her for a moment. She pushed against him and said the first thing that came into her mouth. A line from an old movie, ” If there is any honor in you, promise me that you will never to do that again!”

He backed away from her and managed a slight bow. He took her hand and kissed it gently. She then walked away. But before she did she uttered a few short words he had longed to hear, “My name is Elenya.”

Now I dont mean to offend any Legolas lovers in here. But this is what happened in my dream for real. Believe me it was the worst thing that happened to me in my dream for I am more into Aragorn than Legolas. But please so not jump to conclusions Legolas fans! I am not in love with Legolas! But in my dream I was. So please do not be angry! THE_EAVENSTAR


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