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A Mere Woman
A/N: Nitara’s nickname, Niti, is pronounced NeeTee
Disclaimer: As I said before I only own Nitara and possibly her forest.
Chapter 2
Bracing herself for the forced interaction ahead of her, Nitara finally stepped from her room, only to find herself face to face with a young blond elf. Well, he looked younger than Elrond at least, if that could tell her anything. He looked as surprised as she felt. “My Lady, I was just coming to see if you were ready…..” his voice trailed off, he seemed almost stunned. “I know you…Aragorn did not tell me who it was I was fetching, but I know you…though I can not say from where.”
She had the grace to blush at that, realizing just when she had seen this elf. To remind him, or not to remind him? She decided the former was safest, lest he remember in the middle of Council. “Forgive me, Prince Legolas. I believe I may have chased you and your party from my forest a month or two ago. At the time, I did not know who you were.”
The elf’s face went blank for a moment, and then a look of true shock came over him. “You?! You’re the wild creature that chased us through the wood spewing fire? Well Aragorn did say I was in for a surprise.” Legolas was handling this better than Nitara had expected, even bowing to her. “It is I who should be asking for your forgiveness, my lady. We did not know those woods were protected.”
Nitara shook her head and smiled. “Actually, it is Aragorn who should be asking forgiveness of us both, as he was the one who forgot to warn both of us.” She laughed softly. “We should make our way to the Council, or we will both be late.”
Taking Legolas’s arm, she let him lead her to where they were meant to be. The halls of Rivendell still confused her sometimes and she was glad Aragorn had thought to send her an escort, while giving her the chance to apologize for terrorizing the elves that had meant her forest no harm that day. It wasn’t a long walk, and the elven prince kept her well entertained, despite her thoughts wandering back to the man she’d seen earlier.
As they entered the small garden veranda where the council was to be held, her eyes fell upon the subject of her distraction himself. Praying he hadn’t seen her yet, she leaned close to her companion, whispering only loud enough for him to hear. “I know Aragorn told you about me, but it would please me to remain a mere woman for now, no matter what is said today.” The elf nodded in understanding as he delivered her to her seat beside Aragorn.
Aragorn smiled, standing to greet Legolas as Nitara took her seat. Once he had returned to his own, he looked to her. “Feel better now?” The man had the gall to smirk.
“Yes and no…I’ve apologized at least, but I feel all the worse knowing how nice he is.” She blushed a bit, and her friend chuckled.
“Just nice, hmm?”
Nitara sent him a look that clearly spoke of her annoyance. As she did her eyes were diverted to the other human on her mind. Her look changed immediately to one on confusion and intrigue. Their eyes met and locked for a moment before she turned away, blushing and frowning.
“Or perhaps I was wrong in thinking it would be the elf who caught your eye?” Aragorn’s left brow arched as he followed her gaze. Thankfully, she was saved from answering by Elrond calling their attention to the matter at hand.
Three hours later, Nitara was ready to scream. Her head was throbbing from all of the arguing going on around her, her stomach was in her throat and nearly spilled out each time the young hobbit came into attention. She was beginning to think that somehow she was allergic to the little people. Her head snapped up when she heard his soft voice above the din. “I will take it.”
“I will take it.” The hobbit Elrond had called Frodo repeated as he caught the attention of the others. “Though, I do not know the way.”
Nitara watched, nauseous as ever, while Gandalf, Aragorn, Legolas, a dwarf, and the man pledged their help on this quest. Nitara stood, about to say something, when another hobbit came rushing forward to declare his intent to go along, followed swiftly by two others. The look on Lord Elrond’s face was priceless and despite her discomfort, Nitara nearly laughed.
“Nine companions…So be it. You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring”
“Make that ten, my Lord.” Nitara sighed as she stepped forward to join the group. Shocked looks passed through the gathered council and the Fellowship. It was Boromir of Gondor, the man who had so captured her attention, who found his voice first.
“This is no pleasure trip for a woman to accompany us!”
“She is no mere—“
“Let it go, Aragorn,” She interrupted “Let him think what he will, but I will be going whatever anyone says. I will follow on my own if need be. I have as much right to this as any of you; my home is already under attack!”
Elrond was nodding. “Nitara of Ethas Forest, you will be a welcome addition on this journey. Those who protest will see the truth soon enough.” The elven lord smiled kindly to her.
The council was called to an end and everyone began to wander off. Aragorn accompanied Nitara back to her rooms so she would not get lost. “You’ll have to cut it you know.” He looked pointedly to her hair. “You won’t have time to care for it as it is.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. Her hair had been a running joke between them for years now, but he sounded serious this time. “I’m not the only one of the fellowship with long hair. The elf’s hair reaches past his shoulders!”
Aragorn sighed and rubbed his forehead. “You know perfectly well that his is not going to be nearly as much trouble as yours. It must be past your hips by now.” Nitara bit her lip, deciding against telling him that it was much longer than that.
The rest of the day was uneventful, packing and saying her goodbyes to Arwen before dinner. She retired to her rooms early and rested while she could, rising before the dawn once more, bathing and carefully re-braiding her hair, tucking it back into a cloak hood as she joined the rest of the Fellowship in the misty morning air.
“Nitara…..let me see your hair…” Aragorn called as he joined them after saying his private good-byes to Arwen. The younger girl complied, pushing back her hood to show the looped braids. Aragorn sighed. “Let it loose please.” He frowned when she shook her head at him, arms crossed across her chest like a stubborn child.
“Please let it down Miss! We may not have another chance for awhile and I’ve been wanting to see it down!” The hobbit she now knew as Pippen…or was that Merry...pouted at her.
Aragorn and Gandalf both arched their eyebrows at her. She stuck her tongue out at her old friend but let her hair down, working the braids out until her hair fell to its full length near her knees. “Happy now?” She sighed, securing it back from her face with a leather thong. She wasn’t about to redo the braids right now, it would only delay their departure. She didn’t notice the dropped jaws of the rest of her companions, or the look of fascination on Boromir’s face.
“You can not travel like that.” Gandalf stated, trying to be firm with the girl, Aragorn nodding beside him.
“I’ll have to; it would take nearly an hour to rebraid.”
“He means you have to cut it, Niti.” Aragorn sighed again.
“When Mordor freezes over!” Her adamant cry was followed by a screech as she felt a tug behind her. Whipping around, she found Boromir clutching the length that had been beneath the leather thong. One hand reached back, another cry escaping her as she found her waves resting around her shoulders and no further. “You—You—HOW DARE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!”
Disclaimer: As I said before I only own Nitara and possibly her forest.
Chapter 2
Bracing herself for the forced interaction ahead of her, Nitara finally stepped from her room, only to find herself face to face with a young blond elf. Well, he looked younger than Elrond at least, if that could tell her anything. He looked as surprised as she felt. “My Lady, I was just coming to see if you were ready…..” his voice trailed off, he seemed almost stunned. “I know you…Aragorn did not tell me who it was I was fetching, but I know you…though I can not say from where.”
She had the grace to blush at that, realizing just when she had seen this elf. To remind him, or not to remind him? She decided the former was safest, lest he remember in the middle of Council. “Forgive me, Prince Legolas. I believe I may have chased you and your party from my forest a month or two ago. At the time, I did not know who you were.”
The elf’s face went blank for a moment, and then a look of true shock came over him. “You?! You’re the wild creature that chased us through the wood spewing fire? Well Aragorn did say I was in for a surprise.” Legolas was handling this better than Nitara had expected, even bowing to her. “It is I who should be asking for your forgiveness, my lady. We did not know those woods were protected.”
Nitara shook her head and smiled. “Actually, it is Aragorn who should be asking forgiveness of us both, as he was the one who forgot to warn both of us.” She laughed softly. “We should make our way to the Council, or we will both be late.”
Taking Legolas’s arm, she let him lead her to where they were meant to be. The halls of Rivendell still confused her sometimes and she was glad Aragorn had thought to send her an escort, while giving her the chance to apologize for terrorizing the elves that had meant her forest no harm that day. It wasn’t a long walk, and the elven prince kept her well entertained, despite her thoughts wandering back to the man she’d seen earlier.
As they entered the small garden veranda where the council was to be held, her eyes fell upon the subject of her distraction himself. Praying he hadn’t seen her yet, she leaned close to her companion, whispering only loud enough for him to hear. “I know Aragorn told you about me, but it would please me to remain a mere woman for now, no matter what is said today.” The elf nodded in understanding as he delivered her to her seat beside Aragorn.
Aragorn smiled, standing to greet Legolas as Nitara took her seat. Once he had returned to his own, he looked to her. “Feel better now?” The man had the gall to smirk.
“Yes and no…I’ve apologized at least, but I feel all the worse knowing how nice he is.” She blushed a bit, and her friend chuckled.
“Just nice, hmm?”
Nitara sent him a look that clearly spoke of her annoyance. As she did her eyes were diverted to the other human on her mind. Her look changed immediately to one on confusion and intrigue. Their eyes met and locked for a moment before she turned away, blushing and frowning.
“Or perhaps I was wrong in thinking it would be the elf who caught your eye?” Aragorn’s left brow arched as he followed her gaze. Thankfully, she was saved from answering by Elrond calling their attention to the matter at hand.
Three hours later, Nitara was ready to scream. Her head was throbbing from all of the arguing going on around her, her stomach was in her throat and nearly spilled out each time the young hobbit came into attention. She was beginning to think that somehow she was allergic to the little people. Her head snapped up when she heard his soft voice above the din. “I will take it.”
“I will take it.” The hobbit Elrond had called Frodo repeated as he caught the attention of the others. “Though, I do not know the way.”
Nitara watched, nauseous as ever, while Gandalf, Aragorn, Legolas, a dwarf, and the man pledged their help on this quest. Nitara stood, about to say something, when another hobbit came rushing forward to declare his intent to go along, followed swiftly by two others. The look on Lord Elrond’s face was priceless and despite her discomfort, Nitara nearly laughed.
“Nine companions…So be it. You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring”
“Make that ten, my Lord.” Nitara sighed as she stepped forward to join the group. Shocked looks passed through the gathered council and the Fellowship. It was Boromir of Gondor, the man who had so captured her attention, who found his voice first.
“This is no pleasure trip for a woman to accompany us!”
“She is no mere—“
“Let it go, Aragorn,” She interrupted “Let him think what he will, but I will be going whatever anyone says. I will follow on my own if need be. I have as much right to this as any of you; my home is already under attack!”
Elrond was nodding. “Nitara of Ethas Forest, you will be a welcome addition on this journey. Those who protest will see the truth soon enough.” The elven lord smiled kindly to her.
The council was called to an end and everyone began to wander off. Aragorn accompanied Nitara back to her rooms so she would not get lost. “You’ll have to cut it you know.” He looked pointedly to her hair. “You won’t have time to care for it as it is.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. Her hair had been a running joke between them for years now, but he sounded serious this time. “I’m not the only one of the fellowship with long hair. The elf’s hair reaches past his shoulders!”
Aragorn sighed and rubbed his forehead. “You know perfectly well that his is not going to be nearly as much trouble as yours. It must be past your hips by now.” Nitara bit her lip, deciding against telling him that it was much longer than that.
The rest of the day was uneventful, packing and saying her goodbyes to Arwen before dinner. She retired to her rooms early and rested while she could, rising before the dawn once more, bathing and carefully re-braiding her hair, tucking it back into a cloak hood as she joined the rest of the Fellowship in the misty morning air.
“Nitara…..let me see your hair…” Aragorn called as he joined them after saying his private good-byes to Arwen. The younger girl complied, pushing back her hood to show the looped braids. Aragorn sighed. “Let it loose please.” He frowned when she shook her head at him, arms crossed across her chest like a stubborn child.
“Please let it down Miss! We may not have another chance for awhile and I’ve been wanting to see it down!” The hobbit she now knew as Pippen…or was that Merry...pouted at her.
Aragorn and Gandalf both arched their eyebrows at her. She stuck her tongue out at her old friend but let her hair down, working the braids out until her hair fell to its full length near her knees. “Happy now?” She sighed, securing it back from her face with a leather thong. She wasn’t about to redo the braids right now, it would only delay their departure. She didn’t notice the dropped jaws of the rest of her companions, or the look of fascination on Boromir’s face.
“You can not travel like that.” Gandalf stated, trying to be firm with the girl, Aragorn nodding beside him.
“I’ll have to; it would take nearly an hour to rebraid.”
“He means you have to cut it, Niti.” Aragorn sighed again.
“When Mordor freezes over!” Her adamant cry was followed by a screech as she felt a tug behind her. Whipping around, she found Boromir clutching the length that had been beneath the leather thong. One hand reached back, another cry escaping her as she found her waves resting around her shoulders and no further. “You—You—HOW DARE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!”