Fan Fiction ❯ The quick and the dead ❯ New world, new rules ( Chapter 6 )

Glorfindel lord of the golden flower and March warden of Imladris wasn't usually an impatient elf. On the contrary he like the rest of his kindred were naturally tolerant creatures. But as of late Glorfindel has found himself lacking in the area of serenity due to the guest in his lord's house. More specifically the dwarves of the lonely mountain and the men of Gondor had been less than sufferable company. Even now as he stood in the company of Erestor, Mithrandir, and the twin sons of Elrond Glorfindel couldn't help but be agitated.

 

 

Time ticked by to slowly for the March warden's taste but he kept silent. Even Elladan and Elrohir remained silent. The tension so clearly visible from their teacher made them think twice about bothering the irate elf. Mercifully Elrond and Estel had finally come. Elrond took his place behind the mahogany desk while Aragorn stood next to his brothers.

 

 

“How are our guest Glorfindel”

 

 

Said elf snorted, “Their journey was well their patience however is lacking my lord”

 

 

“They have inquired continually of as to why they are here my lord, the Perian heals quickly but I fear that he will not be ready for the encounter for at least another week” said Erestor.

 

 

Elrond nodded, “ Then the council shall occur in a week”

 

 

“My lord there is word from the east that Morgul Vale has dispatched a host of goblins and orcs to march upon the west” reported Elrohir

 

 

“Corsairs have already begun their siege of Osgiliath, Boromir son of the current Stewart of Gondor left from his post there to seek your council” Elladan continued

 

 

“And Saruman's betrayal only deepens our troubles, Isengard has been defiled by his works” finished the gray pilgrim

 

 

With each bit of bad news stated Aragorn flinched. Things would get much worse before they would get any better. He looked over at his adoptive father, watching as the venerable elf lord massaged his temples. Obviously the headache that rivaled when the twins decided to go on a pranking spree was in effect.

 

 

“There is nothing we can do, the council will decide all we must simply pray to Eru that that is enough” sighed Elrond.

 

 

“And the matter of the Othar en Rhun”?

 

 

“She must be given a new identity for should Sauron even hear of her presence she will be hunted”

 

 

“Then let her be known as Maranwë Anárion or Aaron sister of Strider,” said Aragorn

 

 

All present looked at the ranger in surprise, all except Gandalf who had an odd twinkle in his eyes. Even Elrond with his power of foresight had not seen this turn of events. The twins looked almost giddy with excitement. They were going to have another younger sister. That is if Elrond consented to the young woman's adoption.

 

 

The lord of Imladris looked upon his youngest for the longest time and Estel met his gaze evenly. Then a small smile crept its way onto his regal visage.

 

 

“If the lady agrees than I see no reason why she should not be as such”

 

 

“Good cos' I don't have a problem with it unless you subtract the fact I wasn't invited to the party”

 

 

Everyone in the room turned to see Kennonomoi standing at the partially ajar door. Elrond only rubbed his temples harder with a sigh of resignation. The twins, Glorfindel, and Aragorn looked upon her in wonder. When had she entered the room? How is it that she could tread so lightly that none of them could hear her approach? As she grinned at them with the almost sardonic glee, Aragorn knew that she could read what they were thinking.

 

 

“Oh don't look at me that way, ain't my fault that you were so focused on your conversation that you couldn't pay attention,” she said in a singsong voice.

 

 

Instead of answering with the retort that was on the tip of his tongue Aragorn took in her new attire. Kennonomoi wore the dress that Elrond had commissioned for the seamstress to adjust for the girl. In the exile's opinion she was beautiful in the sense of exoticness. The cream and silver of her dress made her appear darker than she originally seemed to be. Her hair was no longer bound and was surprisingly only chin length even if it was a thick mass. The most recognizable change was her eyes. They were not so cold anymore; no they held a spark of annoyance and amusement.

 

 

But still this spark of mild emotion was better than the original cool jadedness that the ranger had initially come to associate with her.

 

 

“You are not only beautiful my lady”

 

 

“You are deadly”

 

 

The twins moved forward simultaneously bowing at the waist before kissing her hand. Then they straightened and moved back when they saw a flash of metal make its way to their heads. Had Aragorn not known just how accurate Kennonomoi was with the weapon in her hand he might have laughed at the slight show of temper. He was about to interfere but then the sound that came out of the young woman's throat stopped him.

 

 

Kennonomoi was laughing. The sound itself was like the music of the elves yet there were only two tones. The first was airy and soft, flowing through her lips like a breeze that could be either cold or warm at the flip of a coin. The second was a deep almost rumbling base that would be more fit for a human male rather than the tall human female. Yet as he looked upon her Aragorn believed the sound suited her in a way.

 

 

“Such violence”

 

 

“Is not necessary”

 

 

“Elladan, Elrohir quiet your tongues before Bee decides to remove them from your skull”

 

 

“She won't do that”

 

 

“She likes us”

 

 

The future king of men raised an eyebrow at said lady. Kennonomoi smirked at them absently fingering the weapons she nearly took off the twins' heads with.

 

 

“He's right you know, I have a very nasty tendency to be homicidal” she sighed almost fondly

 

 

At this both the twins paled quite visibly. They stepped further away from Kennonomoi and looked over at their younger brother pleadingly. Aragorn sighed.

 

 

“Please Bee spare the lives of these two, they mean no harm” he said

 

 

She stared, “And why should I do that”?

 

 

“Maybe because they are my sons and I could have you executed for even threatening them” Elrond finally snapped.

 

 

The room was completely still. Aragorn moved between his father and Kennonomoi. For surely neither elf nor woman would reign their tempers at the moment. Glorfindel and Gandalf stood unmoving waiting for one of them to explode. The elf lord and street fighter stared at each other in the eyes neither giving an inch. Elrond was at his wits end when it came to dealing to this ruffian that was supposed to be a hero, a fighter for good. But as Elrond stared into this young woman's demonic orbs he began to understand.

 

 

Bee of the east was not just a prophesied hero come to save the day. She was also a woman who had been ripped from all she knew and contrary to the way that she acted must have held dear. Unlike most beings that would break down and pass in shadow because of such a fate this woman was strong and held onto life. She was a hardened warrior belying the exotically beautiful if somewhat (O.K. that was the lie of the century she's fucking nuts) sarcastic young lady. Slowly Elrond was beginning to regret loosing his control over his temper.

 

 

For her part Kennonomoi wasn't affected by his outburst in the slightest. Kirei had yelled at her too much to have her become upset by anyone else's words. She merely liked to see them squirm waiting for either of the verbal combatants to strike. But Kennonomoi let the silence drag on drowning her confusion and anger in the tension that she had intentionally caused.

 

 

`Ahh! Nothing like a good game of mind fuck' she mused

 

 

The silence continues for a good four minutes before finally Kennonomoi was ready to respond.

 

 

“SHKT”!

 

 

Kennonomoi noisily shut her fans and slipped them into her sleeves. When the twins jumped at the ominous sound she smirked.

 

 

“He gave a very good reason,” she drawled

 

 

Everyone gave a visible sigh of relief. One disaster had been averted. Now onto diverting another if the mischievous glint in Kennonomoi's eyes were anything to go by.

 

 

“Is there a reason that you came here Bee” Gandalf asked kindly from where he stood

 

 

She nodded, “Yes, you will return my things”

 

 

Glorfindel stood gapping at the girl before them. First she dared threaten Elrohir and Elladan now she was demanding things of Mithrandir. Looking at his lord Glorfindel frowned when he saw Elrond shake his head imperceptivity. Why did the lord of Imladris acquiesce to such disrespect? Out of the corner of his eye he could see Estel flinch. Obviously the Dunedain knew exactly why this girl was being rude but was not saying anything. He watched as the Istar nod and reach behind him.

 

 

The wizard revealed a large cylinder shaped bag that was made of a shiny black material that no one in the room had ever seen. Gandalf handed the bag to Kennonomoi who nodded her thanks and turned to leave. But just as she was about to leave she spoke.

 

 

“Stride you need to start teaching me more about middle earth seeing as whoever dragged me here failed to mention what I have to do to get home, I'll just have to make a way until then I play along with status quo and all that bullshit but don't expect me to be a nice proper lady”

 

 

Kennonomoi spat the last part out as if it were a foul curse even beyond her vulgar tongue.

 

 

Aragorn smiled softly at his `sister', “I would have you no other way, Aaron”

 

 

She turned to smirk at him briefly. Kennonomoi truly did like this guy. Then her gaze settled frostily on Gandalf and then Elrond. Her posture was stiff and her expression spoke volumes without even displaying exactly what she felt or thought.

 

 

“Oh, and one more thing if you ever and I mean ever go behind my back again and try to speak of my future without me present there will be no measure to how hard and how fast I will come after you”.

 

 

“Is that a threat”?

 

 

Elrond sat at his desk calm as ever staring into the eyes of his newly adopted daughter.

 

 

Kennonomoi tilted her head to the side, “ What the fuck do you think”?

 

 

And without another word she left confusion swirling in her wake. Again Elrond massaged his temples, it was going to be a long day.