I couldn't help but smile as we rode through the gates of Rivendall, thankful and sad that the journey was over. Boromir of course was at the front, I rode behind him closely.
Rivendall was more beautiful than I imagined. All the stories I had read or heard about it did not do it true justice. The autumn leaves fell slowly around them, the stone walls encircling the courtyard were but a taste of what I was to see.
The trees were what in tranced me the most.
I had only ever seen one tree throughout my seventeen years of life, the White Tree of Gondor. My father's overbearing protection had seen me confined to Minas Tirith for most of my life.
These trees were beautiful. They were alive and colourful, yet a strange sadness seemed to sit in their graceful branches.
I quickly returned my attention to the task on hand and dismounted my horse.
Boromir seemed as in tranced as I was with our surroundings. I could not blame him though. He was only ever used to the sight of battle and glory, not diplomacy. Faramir was always the one of reason between my two brother, the tactical, strategic type, Boromir was … well, Boromir. He was the brawn of our family, father's pride and joy. He insighted words of courage and faith in his men which lead them to victory, he was never meant for soft talk.
The courtyard was already full with the other representatives of the races called to Rivendall.
Some were men, others elves, even dwarves had made an appearance. I contained my joy at finally seeing a dwarf and an elf for the first time and composed myself, adjusting my cloak around me and brushing my fingers through my messy hair that sat about an inch off my small shoulders.
When I was just a small lass, I had long curls that fell to the small of my back, but once I had started training with a sword, it became nothing but a nuisance.
So I crudely cut them off and kept my hair short ever since.
Our horses were tended to and we were shown our rooms for the night. Boromir would not stay put for long and asked if I would care to join him for a look around. I wanted to, dispite the fact I felt quite tired from riding. One of the elves was polite enough to show us around the ancient halls and the night crept up on us and we had been fed, our guide led us back to our quarters and bade us goodnight. I thanked him graciously.
Boromir was still buzzing with curiosity and wished to continue exploring. I however, held back such an need.
"It is all a bit too much for me, I'm afraid Brother," I let myself fall onto the bed, the soft texure of the sheets made me sleepy.
"Oh, are you having second thoughts about joining me Deorwynn?" he chuckled. I meerly gave him a look of annoyance. The was no way I was to let Boromir be alone here, not after that day in Osgiliath. I was determine to thwart my father's plans.
As he left my room, Boromir touched the smooth walls that twisted and reached up high.
"Tis a strange place," he muttered, "It is like the walls were not built but grown."
I looked closer and understood what he meant. It was like he whole of Rivendall had grown up out of the earth for the elves themselves.
When Boromir had finally gone, I finally let out a yawn.
I did not bother to change from my riding cloths, I felt quite comfortable in my breeches and tunics. But I removed my traveling cloak, the hide backback that held my bow and the belt from which my sword hung. I did however, keep my dagger at my side.
I let myself fall again and closed my eyes, letting sleep envelop me.
I did not dream, I had no need to.
I was living my dream. I was finally out of Gondor. Seeing the world with my own eyes and not from my father's side.
It was not like I hated my home. I love Gondor with all my fibre and soul. I only wished to see all of Middle-Earth, not sit passively at my father's side and hear about from afar for my whole life.
When I finally woke, the light was low in the sky as the dawn broke. The elven lights glowed softly and with the first signs of the sun's rays, created a warm colour on the walls. I rubbed my eyes and made a very unladylike stumble out of my bed.
The air was cool and inviting, I filled my lungs with it and stood at the railing of the balcony.
Rivendall was just as beautiful in this early morning light. My hungry eyes took in all before me, the shape of the rooftops, the colour of the trees, the shinning waterfalls. All excidingly beautiful.
Out of the corner of my eye I caught movement from another balcony. Forcing myself to look away from the world before me, I turned and found myself looking at an elf, looking out on Rivendall as I had done. He wore a sky blue elvin tunic that appeared white in the sun and his blonde hair was held losely back in an braid. He was one of the few elves I had seen with blonde hair, most of them had dark hair, so I assumed he must have been here for the council.
I noted the sharp lines of his features, how perfect they were. He was so still I thought for a moment that he was a statue, that the movement I had detected was just my mind tricking me, until our eyes met.
His ice blue eyes caught mine in an intense stare.
After a minute I had to walk away from this strange elf's gaze. I entered my room with batted breath. My heart was pounding. I didn't know why.