TItle: The Metahuman, The Ranger, And The One Ring
Fandoms: Smallville/Lord Of The Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring
Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville or LOTR
Summary: When Chloe bleeds into a Lord of the Rings book printed with kryptonite ink she finds herself sucked into that world, with only Aragorn as her protector and friend. But now a war is upon Middle Earth, and everything points to her playing a vital role...
Chloe felt tired.
She walked behind Aragorn and the hobbits, hand clutching her side, although she dropped the hand during the frequent times Aragorn turned back to give her a worried frown.
The blonde was hot, and thirsty, and tired, and her side was throbbing.
And she was hallucinating.
Only a small bit, and not frequently, but sometimes a fog would seem to descend on them, and the others were only vague shapes or shadows in front of her. In seconds the fog would disappear, but it was happening more frequently. She'd spent these last five days in misery. The only good thing that'd happened was that on the third day Roheryn and Bill had found their way to them, so they had supplies and Aragorn's trusty steed (and Sam's beloved pony) back with them. Chloe had been so worried about Roheryn in particular that this eased her mind.
Chloe stumbled, tripping over her own feet, wincing at the stabbing feeling in her side.
Up ahead, Aragorn stopped and turned, walking towards her. "Milady. Let me carry you
." She glared up at him, annoyed with just how frequently they'd had this argument over the last couple of days.
There was no way she was going to let him hold her.
"Then let Roheryn
carry you." Aragorn's face was a mixture of worry, frustration, and confusion. "You are obviously not well. You shouldn't be walking. Please stop pushing yourself when it is obvious that you are barely keeping on your feet."
"I'm just tired. But we're almost there. I can make it." She looked away.
While the thought of riding Roheryn the rest of the way to Rivendell was a nice one, she knew that the jostling of the steed would be agony, and that she'd most likely fall off and then Aragorn would realize that something was really off about her.
The Ranger glared at her, obviously frustrated beyond words at her stubbornness, but too much of a gentleman to snap at her. He sighed, running a hand over his hair. "There's a lagoon not too far from here. You can refresh yourself there, and we can rest there, set up camp at the grove, it is almost night. Tomorrow morning we reach Rivendell."
Chloe nodded, and when they reached the grove, Chloe's eyes had widened at how beautiful it was. Green grass, trees with flowers and different colored leaves-and encircled and completely hidden by overgrown weeping willows, was a lagoon so beautiful and crystal clear that she nearly cried. The blonde didn't even bother to offer her assistance setting up camp, instead heading towards the lagoon and after making sure that she was truly not visible on the other side of the trees and overgrown shrubbery, she slipped out of her boots and clothes.
Wading into the surprisingly warm water, Chloe emerged herself before surfacing, wincing at the pain throbbing in her side.
She gazed down through the crystal water that reached her to her chin, and her fingers followed the ugly, purple, black and silver spiderweb designs that had started appearing all around the area where she'd been stabbed with the Nazgul blade. The stabmark was visible once more, tainted in that ugly mixture of colors, and the weblike designs that bled from it across her skin kept growing with each day.
It was scaring her, because it meant that her healing power was becoming weaker, and the poison just might be overpowering it.
She watched as the weblike designs grew a little longer, reaching outwards down towards her hip and upwards towards her breast.
It was a good thing they were going to reach Rivendell tomorrow, because she might actually need to go to an Elven version of a doctor.
Thanks to her healing powers it'd been so long since she'd had to go to a doctor, and this wouldn't even be a modern doctor who knew everything the doctors in her days did.
She flinched harder, doubling over slightly as the stabmark (which mostly resembled a tattoo) throbbed viciously.
Around her the world was drenched in fog, everything else just shadows or vague shapes.
Even the water around her resembled fog rising up from the ground.
Chloe closed her eyes tightly and went under.
When she reemerged the world was as it should be, lights and colors and sounds.
She took in a deep breath and hurriedly washed herself before going back to the shore, drying in the chilly breeze before putting back on her clothes and heading to camp, where surprisingly enough a fire had been made. Then again, during these last five days they hadn't had any Nazgul attack, and as they were so close to Rivendell, Aragorn must have felt it safe enough to light a fire.
Chloe lowered herself carefully down next to the fire and outstretched her hands towards the flames, trying to warm up.
Merry, Pippin, and Sam hurriedly went to the lagoon to have their turn bathing, giggling and play-fighting the whole way. Obviously they were extremely excited to be soon in Rivendell and with their friend Frodo...
...If Frodo and Arwen had made it to Rivendell, that is.
"Are you feeling better, milady?" Aragorn asked softly as he added more wood to the fire.
Chloe nodded, gaze on the flames as they warmed her up. "I feel better now, more alive."
"You are still pale as death." He muttered mostly to himself. "I do not like how your color has dwindled since the Nazgul attack. And you do not sleep well, horrors seem to have taken over your mind."
She looked up at him, surprised to be hearing this. "Am I disturbing everyone's sleep?"
He frowned at her. "You cry out, sometimes. We worry."
The blonde gulped, gaze going back to the flames. "I'm sorry."
"Do not apologize milady." Aragorn was frowning darker. "Something ails you."
She barely kept from hugging herself. "I'll be fine, Strider. And even if I was sick, we're going to be in Rivendell tomorrow morning, right?" She managed a smile for him. "And you've done nothing but assure Sam, Merry and Pip that Elves are the best of healers."
"Will they be needing to heal you of something, milady?" Worry was dark in his eyes as they observed her every feature.
He was becoming very
"I never said they would. I'm just saying that even if they did, there is no need for you to be all worried about it." She yawned, so very tired.
"If there is something that ails you, milady, you would tell me, wouldn't you?"
There was something odd in his voice that caused her to look at him again.
He was worried.
She sighed, giving him a small smile. "Not really."
Hurt flashed over his features.
"Don't---don't take it personally, Aragorn." Chloe hurried to explain. "If you knew my friends and family, they'd all tell you that I would never tell them either if anything was wrong with me." She smiled at the thought of her boys and cousin. "It annoys the crap out of them, but I'm just like that, and they've learnt to-not accept-but deal with it. If I have a problem, I have learnt in life that I need to take care of it myself. It has nothing to do with trusting the other people because I trust my boys and cousin with my life." She smiled at Aragorn. "I trust you with my life. I do. But I'm an independent woman. My father and uncle both taught me that if I have a problem, I need to fix it myself and not rely on others to do it for me. And, I guess, my mother taught me not to expect people to stick around and be there when you need them, so..." Her smile faded as she remembered the mother who had abandoned her family when they needed her most...or so Chloe had thought until she'd found out about her mother's sickness.
But still, by that time Chloe had already grown up with those beliefs, and a belief was a hard thing to change, especially if one really didn't think they were wrong.
"That is not acceptable." Strider announced firmly.
Chloe looked up at him, blinking in surprise. "I beg your pardon?"
"I will not deal with it
, as you put it." The Ranger was frowning darkly at her. "If you are ill, or hurt, or need something, you should depend on me, expect me to be there to help you. I am your guardian, and I hope that you consider me a friend as well..." he paused, taking in a deep breath. "I do not know why your friends and family have allowed you to cut yourself off from them and keep allowing you to believe that you need to face all the dragons and monsters on your own, but I refuse to follow in their murky footsteps."
Chloe blinked, a little amused and a little confused. "Murky-?"
"Please milady, let me finish, and don't poke jest at what I say because I speak it sincerely." He narrowed his eyes at her. "I know that things are different in your world, but you are in my world now, milady, and while in yours it may be acceptable to let a woman fend for herself in every way, in mine you take care of her. In my world you cherish a lady and you protect her and she never
should feel that she alone has to fight the battles."
Chloe gulped, just looking at him.
Men like him didn't exist in her times.
She lowered her gaze.
Arwen sure was a lucky girl.
She flinched, feeling the webs on her body growing.
Chloe looked up at him, and then looked back, hearing the sounds of the hobbits playing with the water and laughing in the background.
She---she really wasn't going to do this, was she?
Just because he'd given her a really good speech and had soulful eyes?
She shook her head.
But even as she did so, Chloe was rising to her feet, undoing the drawstrings of her pants.
Aragorn's eyes widened. "Milady
She ignored him, letting her pants drop low on her hips before tightening the strings once more, keeping the pants in place, her body still covered by her shirt. The blonde took in a deep breath, fingers clenched on her shirt's hem before she finally pulled it up to right under the curve of her breasts.
The blonde knew that no 'lady' would bare herself like this to a man not her husband, but he'd asked, hadn't he?
And she wasn't exactly a lady.
Strider's breath left him in an ugly hiss and in what seemed like seconds he was before her, lowering himself so he could see the webs on her skin better, watching as the black, purple and silver grew longer, slowly claiming the curve of her hip, and inching towards the underswell of her breast.
"What is this?" He hissed, breath warm against her skin.
Chloe shivered, closing her eyes for a second while she tried to get control over the heat racing through her body seeing him kneeling at her feet. "I-I got stabbed by the Witch King."
He looked up at her, eyes narrowed. "That can't be! I checked you myself!"
She sighed. "I'm usually a really fast healer, but...but the poison seems to be stronger."
He looked confused and agitated but the Ranger just looked back down at the designs on her skin. "May I touch you?" He asked in an odd voice. "I mean no disrespect, placing my hands on so intimate a place, but I need to check these tentacles."
Chloe gulped. "Knock yourself out."
He frowned, looking up. "I truly don't mean any disrespect, I know how it could seem---."
She blinked, realizing that he hadn't understood her. "Sorry, in my world, 'knock yourself out' means to go ahead and do it."
He frowned. "But that makes no sense."
"To us it does." Chloe replied.
Aragorn shook his head. "Your world makes no sense to me. No chivalry, no protocol, women are left to fend for themselves and feel offended if a male wishes to do what's right and take care of them..."
"Hey!" She cried, knowing that last barb was aimed at her. "I already told you, I'm indepen
-." The rest of that word came out garbled and unintelligible as his calloused fingers came into contact with her skin, softly tracing the web designs.
Chloe's mouth fell open, her breathing accelerating as did her heartbeat, as the feeling of his fingers seemed to be magnified by just touching the design. Shivers of pleasure raced up and down her spine, and heat pooled at the vee of her thighs as he continued he soft inspection, his breath warm and moist against her skin, causing her hair to stand on end as goosebumps invaded. Chloe tightened her grip on the shirt bunched up around her breasts, feeling her nipples harden embarrassingly fast.
She closed her eyes, trying to regain control over her breath, and some control over her apparently skanky body...but it was all in vein.
"Does this hurt?" Aragorn asked, still immersed in studying the webs.
." Goddamit, she'd just squeaked
The blonde closed her eyes tighter in embarrassment, but closing her eyes only seemed to magnify the feeling of his calloused fingers trailing her skin.
His finger traced down her hipbone, sending massive jolt of desire through her body and down to...
Chloe couldn't keep the whimper from escaping her parted lips.
The fingers on her froze.
Chloe nearly hissed in displeasure.
She opened her eyes, which seemed so heavy all of a sudden, and gaze down at him through her eyelashes, chest rising and falling visibly with her heavy breathing.
Aragorn was looking up at her, his fingers on her flesh, his eyes on her face, his features of a mixture of surprise...and lust
It blew Chloe away to recognize the meaning in the darkening of those eyes as he gulped, licking his lips nearly hungrily.
Men didn't look at her that way.
Men looked at Lana that way, and Lois...but never Chloe.
And the fact that it was Aragorn made it so much more surreal.
The sound of a horse galloping towards them broke the moment, and suddenly Aragorn was standing, sword drawn, back to Chloe, protecting her.
The blonde looked up at his back before quickly doing up her pants properly and lowering her shirt.
The rider broke through the clearing...and the moon shone on him.
Aragorn's shoulders lost their tenseness.
Chloe peeked around him and then grinned brightly. "Gandalf
The Wizard smiled at them as he dismounted. "You are well, thank all holy."
"Oh Gandalf! We were so worried about you!" Chloe smiled, coming out from behind Strider. "Where have you been?"
He sighed, the smile leaving him. "I went to the head of my Order. Saruman the Wise is Wise is Wise no longer." He looked at them gravely. "He is working for Sauron."
." Aragorn whispered in horror. "Sauron truly does live?"
Gandalf nodded, coming towards the fire and sitting down. "Saruman imprisoned me in the Orthanc Summit tower of Isengard, and told me I had to serve Sauron or die. I managed to finally escape, and headed towards Rivendell, knowing that you would be traveling there."
"Frodo----Arwen----?" Aragorn began, worry in his voice.
Chloe looked down at the grass, worried too but fearing the worst.
"He is fine, a few hours later and they would have been unable to heal him. But he is resting now, and should be awake soon." Gandalf smiled at Aragorn. "And your sister is fine, Estel. She's quite eager for you and your new friends to arrive so she can meet them properly." An amused expression curved his lips as his gaze rested on a shell-shocked Chloe. "She has expressed a deep interest in meeting Chloe in particular."
Aragorn mumbled something under his breath and looked away.
?" Only now could Chloe squeak out a word. "But she's an Elf! I thought she was your girlfriend!"
"Girlfriend?" Aragorn turned to look at her, confused with the term.
"I believe she means Myhidr
." Gandalf announced.
Aragorn's eyes widened as he turned from the Wizard to look at her once more. "You believed this
"Depends." She frowned, not having learnt that word as yet. "What does it mean?"
"Life-mate." Gandalf explained.
"Oh." Chloe nodded. "Yes, girlfriend is something like that. Maybe not so permanent, but yeah, that's the gist."
Aragorn's face hardened, his eyes narrowed. "You believed that my affections laid with Arwen
She didn't understand why it seemed to bother him that much. "Well, you could tell that you two cared deeply for each other so I thought----."
"She's my sister
. Maybe not by blood, but we are still siblings." Aragorn frowned darkly at her. "Lord Elrond took me in as a child, and he and Arwen have been my only family. I love Arwen, but as my sister, nothing more."
"Oh." She squeaked before lowering her gaze, kinda feeling stupid right about now for being so relieved.
Aragorn sighed and turned to Gandalf. "I need you to ride back to Rivendell, my dear friend, and take her with you."
"What?" Chloe gasped, raising her gaze rapidly. "Why
The Wizard eyed the Ranger curiously as well.
"She's been poisoned by the Nazgul blade." He turned to glare at her. "How can you ask me why? You need healing from the Elves."
"But we're going to reach there tomorrow." Chloe argued. "I can wait-."
Aragorn stormed to her and grabbed her shoulders, giving her a frustrated little shake, eyes dark and stormy as he slipped into Elvish. "Satar Sh'mai! Serae Senar Saikatar! Tashae?
And I will not have that poison tainting you longer than it has to. I will not risk you, Hiril vuin
She didn't know most of what he was saying, he hadn't taught her those words yet, but she was still entranced, looking up at him breathlessly. "What?" She gulped. "I didn't---I don't understand most of that."
"I know." He responded cryptically. "Now go with the Wizard, and I will come for you in the morrow."
"But what did you tell me in Elvish just now?" Chloe asked, knowing from the intensity in his voice, face, and hold of her that it'd been important. "What did you say?"
." With that he turned to Gandalf, who was eyeing them quite peculiarly.
Chloe sighed and turned to Aragorn. "You won't get killed tonight by Ringwraiths and not live to translate that, right?"
He smiled tenderly down at her. "I promise not to."
"You better not, mister. I hate not knowing something." Poking him in his chest, she went towards Gandalf.
"It truly does repeat itself." He whispered to himself.
"Huh?" Chloe asked, confused.
"Nothing my child." Gandalf turned to her. "Let us go."-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-
"Hey Boy Scout!" Lois called as she kicked the door shut behind him. "I bought you some milk!" Snickering at that masterful taunt, Lois went to the kitchen and put the things away, before going to the living room, beer in hand, and frowning when she saw the book on the table and no Clark in sight. "Hey Smallville!" She yelled into the apartment. "No potty breaks if no one is around to take your shift! You know the rules! You're supposed to hold it in and be a man
Clark wasn't answering.
She grumbled, pulling out a chair and sitting down as she opened the canned beer and took a sip. Swallowing, she pulled the book closer to her and realized that a good amount had burnt onto the pages while she was out.
Turning back the pages until she got to the last part she'd read, Lois took a another gulp of her beer as she began to read from where she'd left off...and she promptly choked, spewing beer everywhere.
"No fucking way.
Chloe sat on the terrace, over-looking the grounds of the Shangri-La that the Elves called home. She closed her eyes, feeling the breeze on her face as she gazed at the unimaginable beauty. But her mind really wasn't on the scenery. Aragorn and the hobbits had arrived a couple of hours ago, but she had yet to see them. Frodo had awoken as well, and like the others, she had yet to see him. Why one might ask?
Well, it wasn't exactly because of the poison now somewhat neutralized in her system.
Arwen herself had tended to Chloe when she'd arrived, and with her Elven magic she'd managed to empower the ability already inside of Chloe.
The weblike veins stopped growing, the stabmark stopped throbbing in pain.
But they didn't disappear.
Arwen had apologized, admitting that she wasn't sure if they were would fade away.
At least-at least the poison was neutralized, right?
That was-it was-all that mattered.
She closed her eyes, telling herself firmly that the marks forever on her body didn't matter.
A groan echoed from the bed in the room.
Chloe turned at the sound, eyes widening as she saw movement.
Rushing towards the bed she sat on the edge and looked down at the blue eyes staring sleepily at her.
?" The man asked, voice whispery.
." The blonde smiled down at him. "You're awake."
"Am I...dreaming?" He asked hoarsely, sitting up in bed with her help.
"Not...really." She reached for the glass of water by the side of the bed and helped him drink it. "There...slowly..." When it was empty she pulled the sheets up around him better when she saw him shiver. "Clark, I need you to listen to me, what I'm about to tell you sounds unbelievable but it's true."
He sighed, lowering his head. "I got sucked into the book."
Her eyes widened. "You know
Clark nodded, wincing in pain. "I think the book was made out green k, which is confusing because it didn't hurt to be around it at all. I think, maybe, that magic might been mixed into the book as well because I only felt the affects of the green k when the green mist spewed out the second I read: "And in Chloe's home, in her world, her friend Clark Kent did not realize that he was about to join his best friend and the Fellowship." It was all the warning I got before suddenly the cloud of green mist surrounded me and I was weak and in pain and then everything was black and I woke up here, now, with you."
"Wait, you were reading
the book?" Chloe frowned.
Clark nodded. "As things happen here, it gets written there."
"Oh boy." She mumbled embarrassed, before taking in a deep breath. "Well, uh, you must have inhaled a lot of green kryptonite, which explains why you're so weak right now." She frowned, worried. "This isn't earth's sun, Clark."
He frowned, understanding what she was saying.
It was earth's sun that gave him the powers he had.
"Arwen told me that you just appeared in the middle of the courtroom, convulsing, and they took care of you, taking the poison out of your system."
"Arwen? The Elven girl?" Clark suddenly blinked. "So I'm in Rivendell."
Chloe sighed. "You really have
He nodded. "Lois and Oliver must be reading this conversation."
"That is somewhat creepy." Chloe frowned, looking up at the ceiling, as if expecting Lois to be a big head looking down at her. "Very creepy." She shook her head before turning her attention back to Clark. "We came here two very different ways, I bled on the paper, and you got knocked out and dragged in. Which means that there's no sure way of getting into the book."
"Lois is going to be angry when she reads that." Clark sighed. "She wants to get in to help. Says that since your mother got returned to home after her adventure, the same thing should happen to us. Oliver has the boys trying to find anything they can on anything similar-Bart is going all over the place trying to track Zantanna down since she might know about other magical books. Victor is trying to find any written records on the time your mother disappeared. And I'm not sure what Black Canary and A.C. are doing, but its related to this as well."
"They're not going to find anything." Chloe predicted. "Don't ask me how I know, I just do."
"And no one is going to get into this story unless the book wants them to." Clark surmised, before frowning. "I never thought I'd say that."-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-
"It picked Smallville
, Queen!" Lois ranted into her mobile as she glanced down at the book accusingly. "Smallville
! It waited until I left the apartment to take him! I'm so pissed off right now!"
"This sounds like the book has a mind of it's own." Oliver's voice was worried.
poor judgement!" She added.
He paused. "Lane, Clark has powers, you don't. I think it made a smart judgement call on who to send as help."
"He mightn't have his powers, smartass." Lois snapped at him. "That isnt earth's sun! And he ingested a helluva lot of green k. You should see the picture it burnt on the page. It's of Clark all bandaged up letting Chloe help him limp to the balcony to see if the sunlight will make him feel any better."
"Exactly." Lois then looked at the page. "It's writing more."
"Tell me what its saying, I'm on my way now."
Lois turned completely to look at the page. "In Elrond's chambers, the Elf and Wizard watched from the balcony as below, Frodo and Sam marveled at the beauty around them. The two hobbits, oblivious to being watched by the older, wiser males, let their innocent, childish glee take over as they looked around them, commenting excitedly as they pointed at various things.
"His strength returns." Elrond noted.
"That wound will never fully heal." Gandalf sighed, feeling so old. "He will carry it the rest of his life."
"And yet to have come so far still bearing the Ring...the hobbit has shown extraordinary resilience to its evil." The Elf announced, a slight hint of surprise in his tone as he gave the Wizard a meaningful look.
Gandalf shook his head. "It is a burden he should never have to had to bear. We can ask no more of Frodo."
Elrond sighed, turning to face the Wizard fully."Gandalf, the enemy is moving. Sauron's forces are massing in the east. His eye is fixed on Rivendell. And Saruman, you tell me, has betrayed us." He sighed. "Our list of allies grows thin."
"His treachery runs deeper than you know." The old Wizard lamented, remembering what he had witnessed while trapped in the lofty tower in Isengard. "By foul craft, Saruman has crossed Orc with Goblin Men...he is breeding an army in the caverns of Isengard. An army that can move in sunlight and cover great distance at speed." His gaze was grim as it rested on the Lord Elf in front of him. "Saruman is coming for the Ring."
Elrond turned and walked away. "This evil cannot be concealed by the power of the Elves. We do not have the strength to fight both Mordor and Isengard. Gandalf. The Ring cannot stay here."
Gandalf turned and looked out the window as the sounds of arrivals echoed throughout the air.
The Wiizard was as Boromir rode through Rivendell gate, followed by Legolas and Gimli. He knew these three. They were the representatives of the Kingdoms of Men, Elf, and Dwarf, and they were here for the council, for the meeting that would decide the fate of Middle Earth.
"This peril belongs to all Middle Earth." Elron announced. "They must decide how to end it. Not just for themselves, but for those who come after." The Elf approached the Wizard. "The time of the Elves is over." He sighed, sadness unable to be hidden upon his countenance. "My people are leaving these shores. Who will you look to when we are gone? The dwarves?" He scoffed at that idea. "They hide in their mountains seeking riches. They care nothing for the troubles of others."
Gandalf shook his head. "It is in Men that we must place our hope."
"Men?" Elrond scoffed, making no attempt to his derision. "The race of Men is failing. The blood of Numenor is all but spent, its pride and dignity forgotten. It is because Men that the Ring survives." He went to look out of the window. "I was there, Gandalf. I was there three thousand years ago when Isildur took the ring from Sauron's own finger. I was there the day the strength of Men failed."
Gandalf frowned, not having known this.
"I led Isildur into the heart of Mount Doom, where the Ring was forged...the one place it could be destroyed." Elrond recounted, turning to Gandalf. "It should have ended that day, but evil was allowed to endure. Isildur kept the Ring, and the line of Kings was broken."
"You must have met Moira of Lane." Gandalf announced slowly.
Elrond nodded. "She was a brave woman, she fought alongside us and pleaded with Isildur to throw away the Ring, but he would not."
"Are the legends true?" Gandalf asked.
Elrond nodded. "He loved her, and she loved him, but the call of the Ring was stronger."
Gandalf stepped forwards. "Her daughter has been brought from their world to ours, and a friend as well, Elrond...Men...were brought by the magics to help us."
"Even so, in Middle Earth there's no strength left in the world of Men. They're scattered, divided, leaderless."
"There is one who could unite them, one who could reclaim the thrown of Gondor." Gandalf reminded urgently.
Elrond's eyes narrowed. "He turned from that path a long time ago. He has chosen exile."
"History repeats itself, my friend." Gandalf spoke softly.
Elrond nodded after a moment's hesitation. "My daughter has spoken to me of this, of his feelings for the daughter of Moira daughter of Lane. She believes that Fate has brought the descendant of Isildur and the descendant of Lane for a new war, to right the wrongs that their ancestors committed in times past."
"He called her Beloved of His Soul, His Beloved Lady." Gandalf announced, visibly surprising the Elf Lord as he did. "He told her he desired her, and swore that he would inspire her greatest desire, that he would be, and fulfill, her desire."
"Estel told her this?" Elrond asked in shock. "What did Chloe daughter of Lane say?"
"Daughter of Sullivan." Gandalf corrected.
"Her father is no one of importance, she is daughter of Lane." Elrond replied, before narrowing his eyes. "What did she answer to his declaration of intent to claim her as his through courtship and wooing?"
Gandalf had to smile. "He told her in Elven, and she didn't know enough of your language to understand what he said."
Elrond sighed, a reluctant smile on his lips. "In one respect, he is much like his ancestor. Isildur did the same with Moira daughter of Lane in the beginning...although he had to explain it to her afterwards when he reacted...negatively...to the attentions of other males on her." His smile died. "He wished to make her his Queen, to have her sit on his throne. But in the end he desired the Ring more."
"What if the Fates are trying to change that?" Gandalf asked. "What if a daughter of Lane was meant to sit on the throne of Man as Queen?"
Elrond frowned, thinking this over. "You don't truly-?" He then frowned, unable to finish that. "How intriguing."
Clark was doing better, stronger after having spent the afternoon in the sun on the balcony, but he was still tired and sore, so Chloe had left him sleeping and had finally ventured out of the room to try and find Aragorn. She knew that the Elves whispered about her being in the bedroom with Clark, alone, for all the day, but Arwen had just given her a friendly smile and had enquired after Clark's health, stating she'd go check on him later to make sure that his body was healing properly.
Chloe quite loved Arwen.
The Elven woman was sweet and kind, and had taken Chloe under her wing.
Chloe knew that she intrigued the Elven woman with her short hair and weird way of acting, but Arwen didn't judge her, seeming to genuinely want to be friends and understand the blonde and make her feel comfortable in Rivendell. She'd even gone as far as to give Chloe one of her gowns, and do her shoulder-length hair up in a weird yet pretty and elegant style.
Chloe strode into a room and paused, seeing Strider leaning in the shadows, watching a stranger who strolled through the darkened gallery.
The stranger, a Man, turned towards an old Fresco on the wall, depicting a handsome man defeating a monstrous man. The stranger then turned to look at something which the engraving below described as "Narsil, the Broken Blade of Elendil", which laid on a cloth-covered plinth.
He spoke in awe. "The shards of Narsil...the blade that cut the Ring from Sauron's hand." He picked up the sword and gentle touched the blade, a small bloom of blood appearing. "Still sharp." He finally sensed Strider's presence, and oddly enough looked from the blade to Aragorn and back, as if sensing something. "But no more than a broken heirloom." He replaced the broken blade, but it clattered to the floor.
He didn't care, walking away towards the door, hesitating when his gaze fell upon her. "Milady."
Somehow that word sounded wrong coming from someone other than Aragorn.
She nodded her head, eyes widening when he reached for her hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss to her skin.
"I am Boromir, son of the Stewart of Gondor." He announced, smiling up at her. "I did not realize that more of the race of Man would be here."
"I just arrived." She cleared her throat, not exactly sure what to do or what to say.
"Grace me with your name, milady." He smiled charmingly.
She blinked once more, looking passed him to Strider, trying to figure out what was going on.
Strider had picked up the pieces of Narsil that'd fallen and put them back in their rightful place, before turning to watch her and "Boromir son of the Stewart of Gondor" with a dark expression on his face.
Chloe cleared her throat nervously and turned to Boromir, forcing a smile on her face. "Chloe, my name is Chloe."
"Lovely name for a lovely face." He smiled, kissing her hand once more. "I hope I am graced the opportunity to see you later, but for now, I must attend to urgent business." And with that he let go of her hand and swept out of the room.
Chloe turned to watch him go, not sure if that was pompous or charming.
She kinda thought it was a mixture of both.
Shaking her head, she turned back towards Aragorn and gave a little gasp when she found him before her. "Don't do that!" She slapped at his arm. "You walk silently like the night and it's creepy!"
The annoyance on his features turned into amusement as he offered her his arm. "You look ravishing, milady."
She blushed, taking his arm warily. "Its just a dress."
"Yes, the gown is lovely too." He nodded, leading her into the room.
Chloe's blush darkened as she lowered her gaze. "Uhm. Yeah." She cleared her throat. "Has Arwen told you? About Clark?"
He nodded, gaze ahead of him. "How is your friend?"
"Tired, but he'll be fine." She smiled. "Thank you for asking."
He smiled slightly before leading her to the Fresco Boromir had been admiring. "Isildur defeating Sauron."
Her eyes widened. "Wow." She paid more attention to the painting now, looking at the handsome Isildur cut the finger off of Sauron. She then looked at the other details, blinking when she recognized Lord Elrond in the painting and then..." her breathing went erratic. "Aragorn."
He looked down at her.
"That's my mother." She pointed to a beautiful warrior. "My mother's that woman a little bit behind Isildur."
He nodded, smiling. "Moira daughter of Lane, who singlehandedly helped Isildur beat Sauron." His smile grew. "It is why I wanted to show this to you."
"Thank you." She smiled up at him, pressing up on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek before turning back to the portrait, missing the deeply engrained satisfaction on his face as he smiled at her.-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-
"Oh, he's smooth. I'm Team Aragorn again. Totally, completely
Team Aragorn. He's one hundred percently won me back to his side with his obvious devotion to my Baby Cousin. Smart man. Smart royal heir.
" Lois praised, chewing on some snacks as she read. "Now he needs to call Beloved of his Soul to her face. And make her Queen. And I'll just reign at her side as royal advisor or something trivial like that."
Oliver raised an eyebrow from where he was sitting by her side. "I thought the idea was to save Middle Earth, not
doom it all over again."
Lois flicked her chip at him. "Hush you, I'm living vicariously through my cousin right now so zip it." She then returned her attention to the book, humming "Kiss the Girl" under her breath.
With a sigh, Oliver wondered when the book would decide they were worthy of joining, so he could sic Lois on the bad guys.