Um… yeah, this is set a looooooooooong while after Lost Soul, like a couple of thousand years. Uh-huh. So I'm guessing that you all guessed what choice she took? To survive. She's not dumb ya know… well don't answer that. Lol. Um… anything else? Oh yeah. I'll explain something after the end of this, but basically because FF.net is kind of crap (lol- I don't really mean that!) sometimes in web format the italics and bold parts of the text don't show up. This is NOT MY FAULT lol. So, the parts that may sometimes just be in between a forward slash (/text/) are Sara's thoughts and the ones between two and should sometimes be in bold too are Galadriel's thoughts (//text//). All will be clear, and like I said, if it isn't then just read the note at the end. Okay? Right!
It's also recommended that you read Lost Soul first if you are just joining us.
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Chapter One; This was Supposed to be a Nice Day?/Ah, finally some peace and quiet./
Sara sighed and relaxed in the patch of sun that was peeking shyly through a gap in the canopy of the silver and green forests of Lothlorien. She had just had one of the most stressful days of her life. Organising a party wasn't as easy as it was cracked up to be. First there was getting all the invitations sorted, and then there was waiting for them to be returned so she could see how many people were to be seated. Then there was the food to get prepared. Luckily for her she wasn't going to be the chef for the special evening about to commence the following month.
Arwen's birthday party.
Yes it was true. Her little elf was about to be two thousand years old. Only she wasn't little anymore. Or her elf. Sara had known her since birth and she had taken part in a lot of things that went on in Arwen's life. Now she was all grown up, and it was to be believed that she was in love with a certain little ranger who was about to be the heir to the throne of Gondor. All he needed was a little shove in the right direction.
However, Sara hadn't seen either of them for quite a while now, nearly seven years. The last time that she had been to Rivendell was seven years ago… she couldn't believe it. Sara frowned and briefly wondered how Elrond was doing. She'd have to write to him, though she had been it touch for the past few weeks telling him about how she was planning this special surprise birthday bash for Arwen, and made sure that they travelled to Lothlorien for it. Somehow they managed to keep it a secret from Arwen what was going on. For the wise elf she's cracked up to be she is pretty stupid.
Sara smiled once more as she remembered the stupid elf twins that she had become attached to the hip with. They took it pretty bad when they found out that she was to move to Lothlorien. In fact, she had fallen out with them because of it. Sara had only known them for three hundred years. She remembered the day perfectly well. The day itself was a rainy one. Black clouds blocked the sun's rays and made Rivendell look dull and drab to what it usually was. Heck, she could even remember the smell of the damp air and the sounds of a messenger horse's hooves pounding on the ground as it neared the gates of Rivendell. She could remember the Lothlorien messenger announcing that Sara was to go to Lorien straight away, and pack her things together as they were going to leave the next day. Having to tell Arwen, Elrohir and Elladan was the most awful thing she had ever done.
But this was out of the way now. After all, it was Galadriel's orders to come here. It was for a good reason too. To tell Sara that she was actually a very important elf (V.I.E), with special super ninja powers… well, no. Actually, she was a princess, so to speak, of Lothlorien itself. Ah well, the gods seemed to want to make her life hell by giving her some of Galadriel's blood (to this day she doesn't know why) along with all the powers she had too. Oh, and she forgot to mention half a hairdo, weird eyes and a startling like-ness to the Lady of Light herself. Wasn't life just a bed of roses?
Well, she had made her bed and now she had to lie in it.
Sometimes she would get migraines from having the same visions as Galadriel had. As far as she knew she was the only elf ever to have a severe headache. Sara had to have special herbs and potions to help reduce the pain. Along with this, she had a special bond with Galadriel that let them hear each other's thoughts, along with everyone else's. See why she got the migraines? They weren't as bad anymore after she had been taught to meditate and block out certain thoughts. She had to do this every morning if she wanted a clear head for the rest of the day. Wisdom came along with the traits too, for which Sara was extremely grateful. She had a love/hate life. But hey, there is a thin line between the two.
Okay, she was over exaggerating a little. Of course she loved her life. She was an elf, and they are immortal. So if you hate your life then you're stuck with it forever… unless you take some drastic measures to end it. Sara shuddered at the thought. At least she was doing what she loved best. Which was exactly what she was doing right this moment.
Lying down in a patch of sun in the lush forests of Lothlorien.
Sara frowned as she heard light footfalls gently padding through the forest. She heard the thoughts of the elf that was approaching her.
//Her skin will be damaged if she carries on doing this.//
Sara smiled. She should have known.
//Well maybe I want my skin to be damaged.// Sara thought, knowing full well that the person knew what she was thinking.
This was, after all, Galadriel. They had their own special link through thoughts.
"That is just like you to want that to happen. Come on my child, we have work to do," Galadriel spoke softly.
She had called Sara 'her child' ever since Sara came to Lothlorien. "We are tied by blood," she had said. "That makes you my child."
To this day Sara wondered why Galadriel wasn't her child. Life was so unfair!
Sara nodded to Galadriel and go up, attempting to get the grass-stains off her new white dress. She cringed as Galadriel noticed the rather large stain. That was the trouble with coming here. Sometimes one would get grass stains on one's back if one wasn't careful. Galadriel walked ahead of Sara so that she would follow.
Sara sighed and followed with foot falls only audible to sensitive elven ears. Why did she have to have lessons on manners for goodness sake? Why was she reduced to getting taught how to sew and eat at the table properly and fight? She had to admit that the fighting part was cool as only the higher elven females got taught how to wield weapons. Well, the nearest that normal females got to a weapon was a sewing needle, and Sara had to admit; they were pretty lethal if used incorrectly. She had holes in her thumb as proof.
Most of the walk was spent by Sara counting the amount of little pinpricks that were in her thumb because of her new tapestry lessons. She stuck her tongue out in concentration.
/Thirty one… thirty two…/
//Would you stop that please? Why you must forever think these silly thoughts are beyond me.//
Sara could sense the humour that was in Galadriel's thoughts.
"Ah, but you wouldn't have me any other way," Sara gave up counting the holes; there were simply too many.
Galadriel laughed and looked at Sara who had now taken up the task of twisting one of the blonde streaks around her index finger. She hadn't changed one bit. When Sara had her memory wiped blank of her family, she was a free spirit. It was only then that Elrond realised what a handful he had taken on. Sara and the twins were always causing trouble, and continued doing so until their coming of age. They agreed to stop their childish behaviour at that time. Elrond liked the peace but had to get used to Rivendell being a whole lot quieter. When Arwen was born he soon got absorbed in the task of looking after her, so he didn't really notice how much quieter they had gotten as Arwen was the new troublemaker. But now they had all grown up Rivendell was serene once again. However, Lorien got the unfortunate task of teaching Sara how to act like a princess.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Sara inquired, still twisting the piece of hair.
"It does not matter, child. Now go to your lessons, before you are late," Galadriel smiled at the thought running through Sara's head.
/I am NOT a child!///No, no. I'm sure you aren't.//
Sara just rolled her eyes before meeting her teacher for her tapestry lesson. She walked along with her posture held straight and grace in her movements, just like she had been taught to. She had to show Galadriel that she was a Lady, and that she didn't need anymore lessons. As soon as Galadriel was out of sight she saw a small pebble on the floor. Not being able to resist the sudden urge, she ran along, kicking it down the path. At least it was something to do on her way to doom and boredom. Sara brought her leg back and this time kicked the pebble with all her might, smiling in satisfaction as it was propelled into the air. Nevertheless, she winced as she saw a tall, blonde male warrior elf round the corner right in the path of the small stone. It was too late when she yelled at him to look out. The stone had hit him hard… right in the middle of his forehead.
"Oh my gosh! I am SO sorry!" Sara gushed, running towards him to check if he was okay.
It was only then she noticed who it was.
Haldir.
She growled in irritation. She just had to hit him, a very close person to her practical mother, in the head with a stone! She was going to die a long and painful death. A part of her smirked in satisfaction as she just hated Haldir. There was a slight dog in the ointment though; he was likely to tell Galadriel about this. How else would an elf get a huge red lump in the middle of their face?
"Sara!" an outraged voice cried from behind her.
Sara winced and visibly flinched at the anger in that person's voice. She slowly turned around to meet the hard look from Galadriel.
"I thought you knew better than to kick things around," she said in her usual calm voice. Sara hated when she did that. She would rather have Galadriel shout at her than see the look of distrust in her usually warm eyes.
"Sorry…" Sara offered feebly.
//I was going to discontinue your lessons as you have learned well, but that is about to change. I trusted you with sorting out Arwen's party as well. Can I have confidence in you to be able to organise it?//
"Yes of course but-"
"It was my fault," Haldir cut in, not knowing what Galadriel had just said to Sara, but he did notice Sara look hurt.
"It was?" Sara asked confused.
"It was?" Galadriel repeated what Sara had just said in a less baffled tone than Sara.
"Yes, it was. I wasn't looking at where I was going, my Lady. I apologise to you both," Haldir bowed his head slightly. Sara was the princess after all.
Galadriel looked at the pair disbelievingly. She knew perfectly well what had just happened. On the other hand, it was up to Sara if she wanted to tell the truth or not. With a faint smile she nodded at Haldir and left the pair, much to Sara's relief.
"Thank you so much," she said, walking past him to get to her next 'lesson' type thing.
"Wait, I have been sent to tell you something," a false smile was plastered on Sara's face as he caught up with her. She really did hate him.
"My lady, I have already apologised about what happened a while back. Can you not forgive and forget?" he asked.
She really wanted to say 'no' as an answer, but a thousand years was a terribly long time to hold a grudge. It all began when he threw a bucket of water over her by accident. As she had told him many times, it is very hard to 'accidentally' throw a bucket of water over someone that was walking past you. He pleaded innocence, telling her that he didn't know she was there, but it's hard for an elf not to hear someone approaching them, isn't it? Instead she sighed and looked over to Haldir again. The apology did sound genuine…
"No," she sidestepped him, but he just got in her way again, blocking her path to where she was going.
"I have some other news to tell you. I have been sent to tell you that someone has arrived of the borders of Lothlorien forest. You are to meet with them,"
Sara frowned and closed her eyes in concentration. She couldn't feel anything unusual in the forest, so it must be someone she knew approaching Lorien. Finally opening her eyes she gave Haldir a look that clearly said that she didn't approve of having to follow him to the edge of the forest. She sighed silently as she stared at Haldir's back whilst they were walking through the woods of Lorien. He stepped over a root that was sticking out of the ground and Sara's gaze lowered a little.
/I don't care how much I hate him; he's got a rather nice arse./
"Really, my lady, you still haven't learned how to control your thoughts so that everybody around you cannot hear what goes on in your head? Though thank you very much for the compliment," Haldir didn't even bother looking at Sara. He knew she would be a nice shade of red by now.
Sara stood rooted to the spot, spluttering and glaring in anger at Haldir's back green tunic clad. She growled in frustration again. How dare he say that to her? Her day was just fine before he turned up! She shook her head and quickened her pace to catch up with the long, graceful strides of Haldir. Stupid elf… and now she was a hypocrite.
The rest of the walk was spent in silence. Sara tried to keep her thoughts to herself. She had learned how to do this long ago, but if she got distracted (which, she did) and didn't concentrate properly then it could go horribly pear-shaped. After a while she took to looking at the trees and marvelling at how tall they were. It hurt her neck after a while to look at them, so she soon tired of that game.
"Have you ever wondered how many trees there are here?" Sara asked out of pure curiosity. This earned a chuckle from Haldir.
"No really, little child," he answered and looked around him, ignoring Sara who was trying her best not to shout at him for calling her a little child. She was six foot one for goodness sake- and two thousand three hundred years old! Why did people insist on using one of Galadriel's nicknames for her all the time?
They followed the path to her home. It was a day's journey to the edge of Lorien, so Haldir had told her that she was to pick up her kit for the two-day hike about to commence. Apparently someone had already prepared all of this for her, and she grimaced at the servant who brought her things out for her. Two days was a very long time to spend with someone you don't really like. Maybe that was why Haldir was saying how sorry he was before hand.
Sara sighed as she changed into her leggings, boots and green tunic she liked to wear for travelling. She may as well be comfortable for the journey ahead. Stepping outside her silvery wooden door that was situated in one of the large trees in the centre of Lothlorien, she hitched her travelling pack on her shoulder and said goodbye to Galadriel, who apparently knew that she was to travel to meet these people. But when Sara asked who was coming, Galadriel merely smiled mysteriously and blocked off her thoughts to Sara so she couldn't find out by their communication link.
Now it was just herself and Haldir in the woods. She barely glanced at him before walking past for him to follow her to where they were heading.
"My lady-" he began, but was cute off by Sara.
"Just call me Sara."
"Yes… Sara, you are going the wrong way. We are travelling this way," he pointed to the opposite way Sara was walking. She resisted the urge to smack the superior smile off his face and ended up following down the correct path instead.
/Whoever this person is, they had better be worth it./
She made no attempt to block that though so that Haldir couldn't hear it.
"Oh, I think you will be surprised," was all he said.
So he knew too? Argh! She was beginning to look forward to coming back home- and they hadn't even left yet.
Riiiiight. Was that any good? If you don't understand anything then here is the low-down:
Sara and Galadriel have a special link because they are connected by Galadriel's blood. They also can sometimes feel each other's emotions, but only if they are extremely strong i.e. white hot pain because they broke a leg… random, but still an example. Lol. Jah. Along with this Sara also has Galadriel's powers, but cannot see/use in the mirror as well a Galadriel can. Yeah?
So, any questions, suggestions, leave 'em in your review! Was this good or bad, just say so. And there is a plot… of sorts. I just haven't read LotR fics for a while, well, apart from Dragon Princess Nikki's, which is very good.
Lol. So leave a review and maybe it will help me get this junk out faster! Thanx.
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