The Lord of Adventures

Chapter 3: Old Friends and New People

We arrived and Elrond welcomed us. He was very surprised to see me, and that I was alive.

We stayed around two months in Rivendell. I know, that is quite long. But I could really use that time to rest, recover from most of my scars, think about my world and prepare for the adventure coming.
In the movies, it looked like the Council of Elrond was immediately when everyone arrived in Rivendell, but that wasn't true.

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One day, I stared out of a window, to the waterfalls and everything around it. Nothing had changed in the time I was gone. I was thinking about my age. How did that work? Was I still sixteen? Or maybe seventeen in the meantime? Maybe much older because of the time difference? I had no idea, and honestly, who cares?

Then I felt something. Someone was behind me. I didn't turn around.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Are my eyes deceiving me?" The voice asked. I knew immediately who it was and a slight smile appeared on my face.
"I thought you were gone forever. Either fallen or back to your own world."
"No," I answered. "The quest was completed and I did go back. But time works different, and just after a few hours seventy seven years had passed. And then the time came for this new quest."
I turned around.

"Did you miss me?" I asked with a smirk. Elladan, who was indeed the person I thought was standing behind me, laughed relieved.
"Of course I did! Vicky, you just went away in a hurry and did not return! I was worried. Seventy seven years may look short in the life of an Elf, but it is still longer than you think."
I smiled.

"Is Elrohir here too?"
"Yes, he is in his room, reading, as usual."
"Absolutely nothing has changed!" I laughed.

I knew the places in Rivendell well now, mainly because I had been here before. I got the same room to stay in, and I could find everything.

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Frodo had found Bilbo, who stayed in Rivendell. I let them have their moment, and then I showed myself.
Bilbo's eyes widened.
"Vicky? You are here?" He said, with a lot of emotion in his voice.
"Bilbo! I am so glad to see you!" I answered, while walking towards him. He gave me a hug and then looked at me.
"You haven't aged a day!" he said wondered. I smiled.
"You've been gone for so long! Have you met my nephew? I told him everything about you." I laughed.
"Yes, he recognized me from your stories."

I thought about how Bilbo had aged.
Everyone I knew back then would be older. The Dwarves (hopefully they were all still alive), the people of Lake-Town. Bard...I had no idea how old he was then, but I was sure that he wasn't a human with an enormous lifespan. Which would probably mean that he wasn't alive anymore. And his children would either be very old, or not alive anymore. I would probably never see them again anyway. That was a sad thought.

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A few days later more people seemed to arrive. That were probably the people who would come for the Council.
One day, when I was wandering through the halls, I caught someone walking there too. The figure went outside and for some reason I followed. He talked to Aragorn, who was sitting outside. He turned, and I hid quickly, but when the moonlight shone on his face, I saw it was Boromir. He walked to a table, where the shards of Narsil layed. He took up the hilt with a piece of the sword still attached to it.

"The shards of Narsil," he murmured to himself. "The blade that cut the Ring from Sauron's hand." He went with his hand along the side of the sword, and cut his finger. He gasped.
"It's still sharp." He looked at Aragorn and then put it back.
"But no more than a broken heirloom," he said, and while walking away, it fell on the ground. He stopped for a moment and looked behind him. He didn't react to it and walked away. To where I was standing. As silently as I could I ran away, to my room.