The Thing That Never Dies
The Journey (Alittas x Platinum Cobra
Ridolas entered the village and looked around at all the human's as they bustled about, he had been chosen by the last elves left in the human world to go and find a human to take up the journey with. The dwarves had gone underground after the fall of Sauron and couldn't be found, so it was up to an elf and a human to go just like the fellowship had with the ring to make sure that the rumor that was running around was true, if so they would have to stop Saurumon at all cost's if not they went back to their normal lives.
Ridolas looked around as he entered the village wondering which one person they would choose to be the human's representative on the journey. Walking into a tavern he started to spread the word telling them to get everyone to meet in the townsquare, he did get some curious look's since he was an elf but nobody questioned him having never talked to an elf since they usually kept to themselves. After telling about half the town, he went into the square and stood in the middle as he waited for the human's to gather. A few started to show up and he inspected all of them as they came trying to guess who would be the one to accompany him, he saw a guy who was obviously a blacksmith come up and Ridolas instantly thought he would be the one since his strength and skill would come in handy during the journey.
It was a bright, sunny morning in the small village of Lolindel. The breeze of the spring wind blew against the lush grass field in which a young woman was knelt with a stick basket collecting many herbs she had planted some weeks ago. Aeonna was done and ready to sell as many medical herbs as she could to villagers since the pollen season had arose this season. She smiled at the sun with optimism and walked off, heading back to the district. She had undone her ponytail and carried the basket on her arm, noticing a lot of local people rushing toward The Autumn Grass tavern. She tilted her head with curiosity to catch a glimpse of what was going on inside that was causing so much talk and ruckus among the folk.
"Excuse me, sorry," she repeatedly said as she made her way through the crowded tavern. Her eyes beamed at the rare sight of an elf in the center of the room talking amongst those who surrounded him like eager animals. It had been years since Lolindel had an elf...
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Ridolas waited until he thought most of the people were in the tavern before starting to explain, "Alright, so the last of the elves gathered together and talked about the rumor that has been spreading that Saurumon is building up his army again in Mordor, after talking it over we decided to send 2 people an Elf and a human to go on the Journey. The reason for the mix is because of the mix of races that went on the journey to destroy Sauron. The dwarves have hidden away in their caves and will not answer our birds, we still need a human for this Journey though and one of you." he said and paused as he pointed at the crowd, "will be the one to come on this quest, I will of course be the elf to accompany said person." he said and looked at everyone as they murmured amongst eachother, "I will wait outside until you decide, though the quicker the better so we can get started as soon as possible and put the rumor to rest. " he said and walked through the crowd as they made a small gap for him before walking out of the tavern.
He went and set down on the bench next to the tavern leaning back and relaxing while he waited for the villager's to discuss who would be the one to accompany him, he had seen a few people that might be chosen he thought, though the villager's knew the other people better then he did and he hoped would choose the right person who would be able to help him on the quest.
The community of people were stunned, the majority of which were hobbits. They all looked at each other -- humans, dwarves, hobbits alike -- in thought.
"The owner should decide... the elf did come here after all," an elderly hobbit, with hair as nearly long as his height, added, breaking the uncomfortable silence. "The owner of this tavern knows us of Lolindel very well. We are a small village. W-What do you think, Moran?" He asked the big man, bald man who was casually cleaning the tankards at the counter of the bar. He wrapped the towel around his neck and eyed all individuals with indecision.
"Tokel, you have a point, let's see..." Moran responded. His eyes roamed about the group as dwarves attempted to stand on the tip of their toes to heighten themselves more in hopes of looking sturdy, blocking some of the hobbits that were behind them until he stopped dead on the sight of Aeonna, the woman in maroon with a basket.
"You... young woman. You, come here," he pointed to her.
Aeonna gazed up from her bashful demeanor and her face flushed pink. "I-I'm sorry?"
"C'mere!" he said eagerly.
Some hobbits pushed her forward and giggled as she stumbled on her way over to the center of the room and near the counter.
"You collect medical herbs. You could be perfect for the elf! You don't look much like a fighter but I do know you're the best herb breeder in town. A warrior always needs a healer in combat. You could go!"
The hobbits, humans, and dwarves cried out joyfully, clanking their tankards together and drinking, nodding in agreement.
"It has been decided!"
Moran exited the bar counter and lead Aeonna out of the tavern, surprised to find the elf sitting as casual as a villager of Lolindel on the bench.
"Sir, we have found you a companion. She is the village's best breeder of medical herbs and is of lovely company as is her family, the Lightwoods," he beamed.
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Ridolas was looking around the town at some of the people that hadn't come into the tavern to listen to what he had said when he saw a man come out, though he was quite surprised when he said that his companion would be the girl that had followed him out. He had first thought that she was going to tell him that he was his companion. He went and walked around looking at her and shrugging, 'Alright, a healer is alway's useful." he said and smiled at her, "I am Ridolas Nightingale, and you are." he said bowing slightly at her. He was still surprised that they had chosen her though he couldn't get past the fact that a healer would be very good to have and the man seemed to like her company so at least he would have someone to talk to and maybe enjoy the Journey to Mordor. "Forgive me for my starring, I just hadn't expected them to choose a healer though the more I think about it the more I like their choice." he said and stood up so he wasn't bowing anymore.
"Do you think you would be ready to depart on the morrow?" he asked her before looking at the inn keeper and tossing him a coin, "that is for a room, and to give us some privacy so I can talk to my companion." he said smiling. The inn keeper shrugged and walked inside to give them some privacy, Ridolas couldn't help but notice the basket in her arm, "Would you like some help with your basket?" he asked politely trying not to be all business all the time, and to show that he could actually be fun to be around though they had a long time to get to know eachother more.
She crossed her ankles together and with a slight lift of her long dress to bow to the elf with a warm smile, holding the basket close to her as a comfort item.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ridolas. I'm Aeonna... Aeonna Lightwood," she motioned her basket towards him. "Thank you for the offer, Mister Nightingale. I don't mind it at all. That will give me enough time to gather my things and give my goodbyes to my family." She added as she entered the inn with him, walking up the stairs to the large guest room.
"I had a very busy morning but I always like to finish things first thing at dawn so I can have the rest of the day to myself," she added with a grin.
"Believe me, I'm just as shocked as you are to have been chosen back in there. I... I hope I can of help on this journey. I'm... I'm quite nervous, to be honest. I'm so used to the small village life and working in the fields that I forgot adventure still existed in Middle Earth but little did I know it'd find me," she beamed at him.
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Ridolas chuckled and gently took her basket when she motioned it towards him, "Please, call me Ridolas." he said not really wanting to be called Mister Nightingale the whole journey. He went and walking into the inn and upstairs before sitting down in a chair as he entered the room. He looked around and smiled before going over an getting a fire lit, he looked at her when she said she was as shocked as he was, "You can definetly help on this journey, a healer is always helpful." he said getting the fire lit and going over taking his bow and arrow's of and setting them down on the table. "Don't worry, you will like it I think. The places you will go and see, it's amazing." he said sitting down in a chair and motioning for her to sit down as well if she would like, "their is a reason the elves never stay in one place for to long, we like the sight's and sound's of nature as we travel." he said smiling at her.
"Would you like me to call you Aeonna or Ms. Lightwood by the way." he asked not wanting to call her by her first name if she didn't want him to. He felt himself go hungry and he had already been slightly thirsty during his speech, "if you are not to busy this morning, would you like to get something to eat and drink downstairs with me or do you want to get home and explain thing's to your family." he said smiling at her and understanding if she wanted to go to her family since it had been a big thing and she might not have gotten her head wrapped all the way around it, they would have lot's of time to talk, eat, and drink on the trip.
She giggled. "I'm sorry for my formality, Ridolas. It's just... I've never met an elf before which is why I came into the tavern in the first place. I'd never seen my people be so eager about something so I knew it had to be important and yet, here we are," Aeonna laughed, seating herself on the chair near the fire to warm herself. "But to answer your question, you most certainly can call me by my name," she warmly added.
The position she was sitting in had a clear view of Ridolas the elf. She tried not to stare so much at him otherwise she'd lead him into thinking she was not a woman of manners. But the way his long, white as snow hair that cascading from his peak was a fascinating sight. Her father was right that elves were the most beautiful of races from children to women and men too. First impressions were always important for Aeonna and Ridolas seemed... so mellow and clearly capable of defending himself and an entire army. She had so many questions for the elf already! About him, about the journey to come on the morrow... They raced in her mind but she kept to herself as she clasped her hands together near the fire for warmth.
When Ridolas had offered her second breakfast, she nodded with a smile. "I'd love to. I'm very much in the mood for some fresh, scrambled eggs. Moran is the best cook this village has. He's good at everything he does."
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Ridolas smiled when she apologized, "It's fine, I just thought you should know you don't have to be so formal around me." he said watching her take the seat. "Thank you Aeonna." he said when she said he could call her by her name, glad he didn't have to be formal around her either. He couldn't help but glance over at her once in awhile, the way her hair fell was almost unnatural to him since his hair was straight and short like most of the elves he knew. He wanted to ask her about herself though he held them back wanting to have something to talk about during their travel's. He stood up and smiled when she said yes to his offer, "I will have to taste Moran's food then if he is such a good cook. Though I will probably just have some fruit and egg's." he said in the mood for some grapes or something.
He smiled at her, "Though wait till you taste my cooking on the road, then you can compare if Moran's is better." he said chuckling softly. He followed her downstairs and found a table still noticing that some people were starring at him but he didn't mind since some of them might never have seen an elf. He motioned for the man behind the bar to come over and he ordered a pint of beer and his fruit and egg's, "and then whatever Aeonna is having." he said smiling at her and leaning back against his chair, though he hadn't realized his chair didn't have a back and grabbed the edge before he fell backwards. He looked around and no one seemed to have noticed before looking at Aeonna to see if she had.
Moran was delighted to see the two companions eating together and getting along swimmingly. He happily placed their meals before them on the small table they were seated in. "You two enjoy your second breakfast and many blessings on the journey, my dear," he addressed to Aeonna who responded with a kind bow of the head.
"Tell me, Ridolas," she began as she buttered one of her toasts, "How has Sauron come back?" There was worry in her tone of voice.