A/N: After a short writer's block and an on-going flu/cold thing I still
have, Kawaii is back! ///_^ Thanxes to all my reviewers who reviewed
Forgive and Forget (I enjoyed reading all of them).
Disclaimer: Once again, Estel and everything Lord of the Rings-related does not belong to Kawaii. But she can still wish for it on her B-Day.
Summary: Ever since he was brought to Rivendell, Estel has been having nightmares about the dreaded orcs that killed his parents; nightmares in which he could wake up from. After returning back home from an unsuccessful attempt at following his brothers on a hunting trip, Estel is captures by the monsters that plague his dreams, only this time he cannot wake up.
Dreams Are Reality
By: Kawaii BlueBear
[Chapter 1]
*blah, blah* equals italics
*The sounds of clashing metal made his skin jump. The whistles of arrows made his ears twitch. The screeches of orcs made his skin crawl. The declining temperature topped all of it off, succeeding in making him shiver. But luckily his mother was there, cradling him against her chest, soothing all his fears away and keeping him warm. But that didn't mean the noises still scare him half to death.
"Mommy," he pleaded, "pwease make it thop; its sqwaring me!"
"Shh. Calm down little one; 'twill all be over soon." replied his mother.
"Pwomise?"
Despite the current battle that raged not too far from the camp, the mother smiled. "I promise."
"Where's Daddy?"
"He's out defending us, sweetheart."
"When's he comin' back?"
The reply was hesitant. "Do not trouble yourself with that now. Get some rest, I will not leave you." And so the boy did. But when the boy woke up, he was not in his mother's arms but under mounds of warm blankets. Despite blocking out the cold, the blankets could not muffle that sounds that reached the little boy's ears. He heard everything he did not wish to hear. Metal on metal, orcs screaming, and the list went on. But then, all of a sudden, everything was quiet.
Throwing off the blankets in haste, the boy wandered out of the tent and into the battlefield. He wished he hadn't.
Carnage was everywhere. Dead bodies littered the floor of the forest as well as dead orcs. The smell, Oh! The smell! It wafted into the boy's nostrils, making him sick. But that was not the worst of it. As he looked around, he spotted two bodies: his father and mother. An arrow was through his father's eye, letting blood run freely down his face. There were numerous cuts and bruises everywhere, and the blood, the blood was endless!
His mother fared no better. A sword struck her through her heart; her flesh was skinned off in some areas. Blood was even more frequent on her than the father. But on both corpses, the opened eyes stared right back at the boy, making him let out a blood-curdling scream.*
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" yelled Estel as he shot awake. Breathing heavily, Estel just stared at the ceiling while trying to calm down. He'd been having the same dream almost every night since he could remember. This time, however, it was a little different; this time he actually saw the dead bodies up close. Before, he had just seen them from a far. But unfortunately, Estel wasn't so lucky this time.
These reoccurring nightmares frightened him to no end. Estel wasn't sure if it was something that happened in the past, or something that would happen in the future. Even though he was pretty certain it wasn't the latter, he couldn't be sure. All he knew was he could tell neither Ada nor Dan or Ro; if he did he knew for sure they would think him weak. That was something he didn't want to happen.
Buy what could he do right now? He couldn't go to Ada or the twins- obviously-,but neither could he sleep soundly! Argh! It was so frustrating.
*Tap*
Quickly, Estel pulled the covers over his head and shut his eyes, scared by the new noise.
*Tap,Tap*
It was getting closer.
*Tap, Tap, Tap*
.and closer.
*Tap, Tap, TapTapTapTapTapTapTap*
.and was found to be rain.
"What I fool I was, thinking rain to be a monster from my dream!" Estel thought. But as he calmed down, a flash of lightening-followed by the clap of thunder-sent Estel running at top speeds to the nearest room. (Which happened to belong to Lord Elrond)
Right after Estel flung open the door, he cried, "Ada!!!" jumped onto his adopted father, quickly crawled under the blankets, and snuggled next to Elrond-trembling from all the noises.
"Something wrong, Estel?" the now-awake-Elrond asked. Though he suspected the problem to be the nightmares that Estel thought he hid so well, or the loud commotion from the storm.
"I-I-" Estel stammered after he realized where he just ran to.
"Did they lightening and thunder frighten you?"
"J-Just a bit, I suppose."
Elrond was about to say something but was interrupted by the door. "Ada, we heard Estel scream. Is everything alright?" asked Elladan.
"Estel was merely frightened by the noises of the storm." replied Elrond.
"Is that all? 'Tis merely a game of ninepins played by ghosts of the pasts." reassured Elrohir.
Slowly and cautiously, Estel peaked out from under the covers. "Really?" he quietly asked.
"Just like Ro said, it's only a game of ninepins." added Elladan.
"You see Estel? There's nothing to worry about; so off to bed." Elrond said.
Estel got out from the blankets, and headed out the bedroom door. But as he was about to exit, Elrond said, "Wait just a second." Estel turned around. "Don't I get a goodnight hug?"
Shocked that he hadn't already, Estel quickly ran back to Elrond, and gave a big bear hug. "Good night, Ada."
"Good night, Estel." Elrond said, and kissed his forehead.
"What about us?" asked Elladan. So Estel also gave both of them a hug, then trotted off back to his room.
"That includes you two also, Elladan and Elrohir."
"WHAT?!" both twins nearly yelled in a flabbergasted voice.
"You heard me; off to bed, both of you."
"But Ada."
Elrond sighed. "What is with both of you and staying up? Off to bed *NOW*."
"Fine." They both mumbled and trudged back to bed.
"Those boys."
~*~
Three doors down, Estel was snuggled under his warm blankets, but made no attempt to resume his sleep. He knew as soon as he was asleep, his dreams would haunt him again; which was something he didn't want to happen.
Then, Estel suddenly dived under the covers and shut his eyes as tightly as he could. Why? Off in the distance, he heard a foul sound. One he only heard in his reoccurring nightmares.
[TBC.]
To all of those who have a question about the ninepin thing, it was inspired by Rip Van Winkle by Washington Irving, which I am currently reading. (Unfortunately) I'm not sure if ninepins existed in Middle-earth, (With my luck, probably not. () but if indeed it doesn't, could you please, please ignore that detail. Thanx! Now I shall go back and wallow in sorrow from this blasted flu/cold thing!!! *Sneezes* One week 'till The Two Towers! I just finished Return of the King yesterday too! (
Disclaimer: Once again, Estel and everything Lord of the Rings-related does not belong to Kawaii. But she can still wish for it on her B-Day.
Summary: Ever since he was brought to Rivendell, Estel has been having nightmares about the dreaded orcs that killed his parents; nightmares in which he could wake up from. After returning back home from an unsuccessful attempt at following his brothers on a hunting trip, Estel is captures by the monsters that plague his dreams, only this time he cannot wake up.
Dreams Are Reality
By: Kawaii BlueBear
[Chapter 1]
*blah, blah* equals italics
*The sounds of clashing metal made his skin jump. The whistles of arrows made his ears twitch. The screeches of orcs made his skin crawl. The declining temperature topped all of it off, succeeding in making him shiver. But luckily his mother was there, cradling him against her chest, soothing all his fears away and keeping him warm. But that didn't mean the noises still scare him half to death.
"Mommy," he pleaded, "pwease make it thop; its sqwaring me!"
"Shh. Calm down little one; 'twill all be over soon." replied his mother.
"Pwomise?"
Despite the current battle that raged not too far from the camp, the mother smiled. "I promise."
"Where's Daddy?"
"He's out defending us, sweetheart."
"When's he comin' back?"
The reply was hesitant. "Do not trouble yourself with that now. Get some rest, I will not leave you." And so the boy did. But when the boy woke up, he was not in his mother's arms but under mounds of warm blankets. Despite blocking out the cold, the blankets could not muffle that sounds that reached the little boy's ears. He heard everything he did not wish to hear. Metal on metal, orcs screaming, and the list went on. But then, all of a sudden, everything was quiet.
Throwing off the blankets in haste, the boy wandered out of the tent and into the battlefield. He wished he hadn't.
Carnage was everywhere. Dead bodies littered the floor of the forest as well as dead orcs. The smell, Oh! The smell! It wafted into the boy's nostrils, making him sick. But that was not the worst of it. As he looked around, he spotted two bodies: his father and mother. An arrow was through his father's eye, letting blood run freely down his face. There were numerous cuts and bruises everywhere, and the blood, the blood was endless!
His mother fared no better. A sword struck her through her heart; her flesh was skinned off in some areas. Blood was even more frequent on her than the father. But on both corpses, the opened eyes stared right back at the boy, making him let out a blood-curdling scream.*
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" yelled Estel as he shot awake. Breathing heavily, Estel just stared at the ceiling while trying to calm down. He'd been having the same dream almost every night since he could remember. This time, however, it was a little different; this time he actually saw the dead bodies up close. Before, he had just seen them from a far. But unfortunately, Estel wasn't so lucky this time.
These reoccurring nightmares frightened him to no end. Estel wasn't sure if it was something that happened in the past, or something that would happen in the future. Even though he was pretty certain it wasn't the latter, he couldn't be sure. All he knew was he could tell neither Ada nor Dan or Ro; if he did he knew for sure they would think him weak. That was something he didn't want to happen.
Buy what could he do right now? He couldn't go to Ada or the twins- obviously-,but neither could he sleep soundly! Argh! It was so frustrating.
*Tap*
Quickly, Estel pulled the covers over his head and shut his eyes, scared by the new noise.
*Tap,Tap*
It was getting closer.
*Tap, Tap, Tap*
.and closer.
*Tap, Tap, TapTapTapTapTapTapTap*
.and was found to be rain.
"What I fool I was, thinking rain to be a monster from my dream!" Estel thought. But as he calmed down, a flash of lightening-followed by the clap of thunder-sent Estel running at top speeds to the nearest room. (Which happened to belong to Lord Elrond)
Right after Estel flung open the door, he cried, "Ada!!!" jumped onto his adopted father, quickly crawled under the blankets, and snuggled next to Elrond-trembling from all the noises.
"Something wrong, Estel?" the now-awake-Elrond asked. Though he suspected the problem to be the nightmares that Estel thought he hid so well, or the loud commotion from the storm.
"I-I-" Estel stammered after he realized where he just ran to.
"Did they lightening and thunder frighten you?"
"J-Just a bit, I suppose."
Elrond was about to say something but was interrupted by the door. "Ada, we heard Estel scream. Is everything alright?" asked Elladan.
"Estel was merely frightened by the noises of the storm." replied Elrond.
"Is that all? 'Tis merely a game of ninepins played by ghosts of the pasts." reassured Elrohir.
Slowly and cautiously, Estel peaked out from under the covers. "Really?" he quietly asked.
"Just like Ro said, it's only a game of ninepins." added Elladan.
"You see Estel? There's nothing to worry about; so off to bed." Elrond said.
Estel got out from the blankets, and headed out the bedroom door. But as he was about to exit, Elrond said, "Wait just a second." Estel turned around. "Don't I get a goodnight hug?"
Shocked that he hadn't already, Estel quickly ran back to Elrond, and gave a big bear hug. "Good night, Ada."
"Good night, Estel." Elrond said, and kissed his forehead.
"What about us?" asked Elladan. So Estel also gave both of them a hug, then trotted off back to his room.
"That includes you two also, Elladan and Elrohir."
"WHAT?!" both twins nearly yelled in a flabbergasted voice.
"You heard me; off to bed, both of you."
"But Ada."
Elrond sighed. "What is with both of you and staying up? Off to bed *NOW*."
"Fine." They both mumbled and trudged back to bed.
"Those boys."
~*~
Three doors down, Estel was snuggled under his warm blankets, but made no attempt to resume his sleep. He knew as soon as he was asleep, his dreams would haunt him again; which was something he didn't want to happen.
Then, Estel suddenly dived under the covers and shut his eyes as tightly as he could. Why? Off in the distance, he heard a foul sound. One he only heard in his reoccurring nightmares.
[TBC.]
To all of those who have a question about the ninepin thing, it was inspired by Rip Van Winkle by Washington Irving, which I am currently reading. (Unfortunately) I'm not sure if ninepins existed in Middle-earth, (With my luck, probably not. () but if indeed it doesn't, could you please, please ignore that detail. Thanx! Now I shall go back and wallow in sorrow from this blasted flu/cold thing!!! *Sneezes* One week 'till The Two Towers! I just finished Return of the King yesterday too! (