AN/ I don't own anything, except the character of Dewni, Lara, etc. To my beloved Moonlight Lovers readers, the hobbits and dwarves are short again due to evolution. Evolution! This is the story of what happened to Dewni after her enchanted sleep and new pairing, Dewni x Legolas with slight Dewni x Kili moments. Enjoy.
I could feel the storm outside, I could almost feel the tearing wind and the cold rain. It's been harder to dream, something was calling me awake.
I struggled to stay in my enchanted memories. My memories of him. The day we met, all our fights, all our kisses and that single, special night. But the bad memories always return, I can see him falling to his knees. My sister dying for me and a dear friend dying with his brother and uncle.
The calling came again, almost tearing my eyes open but I resisted. I tried to remember again. The stars and the moon. The little forest. His face in the moonlight and the kiss. The most amazing, most passionate kiss I've ever had.
The calling came once more and this time, it succeeded. The wind tore the lid on the glass coffin, blowing it so far back that it departed from the coffin and shattered against the columns behind it.
My eyes flew open, my hair swirling and my white dress dancing in the wind. I sat up on the coffin bed, trying to hard to see with the cold rain dampening my skin and blurring my vision.
I swung my legs over the edge, slowly putting weight on my long unused legs. I got to my feet only to almost fall to the marble floor. Gripping the edge of my coffin, I got back to my feet and stumbled to the edge of the dome-shaped room.
I leaned against the column, staring out into the sky. The storm raged wildly, but I stood there in shock. I forgot what it was like to be alive, I forgot what the world was like. How long as it been? What changed? Why am I awake? The storm slowly faded but I stood there, shivering, my body drained out of strength. I turned my back, hesitating in front of the doorway. Lingering for a moment, I made my way down the stairs. There was one hallway but it had multiple doors. I hardly remembered the way out so I kept walking straight, ignoring the doors. A bright light appeared at the end of the hallway, and I felt sunlight on my face, for the first time in many years. I stumbled out, my eyes alien to the beauty and light.
A light trickling, a river running. I was so thirsty. I kneeled beside the water, soothing my parched throat. Scooping some cold water in hands, I splashed my face, the refreshing, cold water pumping life back into me. I gasped taking a breath, the water stilled and I gazed at my reflection. A girl with russet skin, topaz eyes and a hoard of long, thick, charcoal hair. I had almost forgotten what I looked like.
I was so caught up in experiencing the world again, I failed to notice the dark shadow behind me until it was too late. I whipped around, in a defensive stance which immediately dropped once I saw who it was.
"Lord Elrond!" I beamed. I was so happy to see a friendly face, I tightly embraced the Lord of Rivendell.
"Dewni! What are you doing here? How are you awake?" The astonished elf bombarded me with questions.
"I don't know. I was deep in sleep when something called me awake," I told him, thoughtfully. "Anyways, I have so much to ask you. How long has it been? What changed? How is Bilbo, Gandalf, the dwarves, Bard and Legolas? How are you, yourself?" I jumped perkily as I chatted. I must've been an odd sight: a woman in a white night gown, dripping wet, jumping happily.
"I will answer all your questions, in time. But first, eat some food, dress in your old clothes and meet me at that courtyard at noon," he laughed and pointed to our meeting place.
A small, circle, paved courtyard, with multiple chairs and a stone table in the centre.
"Now come, you must be famished. Celeneth, a lady of Rivendell shall attend to do you," he smiled at me before Celeneth appeared and ushered me away.
It was a beautiful room, the architecture of traditional, dome shaped buildings that the elves loved so much. There lying on the large, soft, white bed was a new pair of clothes. Similar to my old ones, but not quite.
It was all purely black leather: the ankle length pants, the knee high boots with white laces, the thick strapped tank top and the fingerless gloves. The only thing that wasn't leather was a dark blue, stiff jacket made of coarse material.
I drew my arms out of my white nightgown, and into my leather tank top. I put on the rest of my clothes, and sat on the edge of my bed, my hand reached for my neck, where my necklace used to be. My moon pendant, now in a dark tomb, above the heart of my dead lover.
Sighing I got up, strapping on my old sword to my belt and slipping my dagger into her boot. I couldn't believe that Lord Elrond had kept them in such good preservation, all these years. I don't know how long I was in that enchanted sleep but I knew it had been for a long time. I felt so old, despite my youthful appearance.
I let my hair loose, so it tumbled down past my hips. I pushed open the doors, to the fresh air.
My feet seemed to lead me, not my head as I walked around the beautiful city.
My eyes got hold of a strange being; a small, wizened, hairy man. He was sitting by himself,a large book on his lap. After one more curious glance, I went on my way.
It was nearly noon when I entered the dining hall. The food hadn't changed much, and I still didn't like green leaves so I nibbled on some carrots and pieces of cheese. After that, I helped myself to a wide range of the sweetest fruits in Arda. ( The name of Middle-Earth is Arda.) I sat by myself, the elves busy serving some new guests.
All the races were there, eating and talking amongst themselves. Men in armour at one table, a group of dwarves at another table and a bunch of elves, who looked strangely familiar, at another table.
The strangest of all were four hobbits, three with curly golden hair, and one with locks of black who appeared to have an injury on his shoulder.
Accompanying them was the old man I saw earlier on, which I realised to be an old hobbit and a ruggedly handsome man, clothed in black.
There was something familiar about that old man, he turned his head around to meet my eyes. His jaw dropped open and I could see little teardrops on his cheek. Did I know him from my time in the Shire? I squirmed, a little uneasy at his gaze.
He got up from his seat and hobbled over to me. I stared at him with confused eyes, fidgeting with the hem of my top. I felt like I should know who he is. He slipped his hand into his pocket, fingering an object before presenting it to my eyes. A beautifully carved pipe. It couldn't be.
"Oh!" I hugged the old hobbit tightly. Salty tears streamed down my face. "I thought I would never see you again. I thought you were dead," I whispered in his ear.
His frail body shook from sobs. "I visited you everyday, since I came here. I thought of you everyday since you left. You and Lara. You were like my daughters."
"Dewni?!" Another familiar voice called from the hall. I broke off my hug with Bilbo, to see an old friend.
"Legolas!" I could hardly believe it. He stood up and walked over to me. We shook hands, in the way that men greet men: by grasping their arms and then placing their hands on each other's shoulders. It wouldn't have felt so awkward if he wasn't taller than me.
"You look the same as I last saw you've hardly anything has changed," he smiled at me.
"Dewni? This is the Dewni? She's...less muscular than I imagined," the man seated with the hobbits commented.
"Do we know each other?"
"No."
"But then, how do you know my name?"
"The stories, of course."
"Stories? I'm in a story?"
The man opened his mouth to reply but a red haired dwarf spoke for him.
"Aye. The tale of The Battle Of Five Armies. Your quest, your sister, your lover, your friends, everything is in it. I am Gimli, son of Gloin."
"The son of Gloin? It is an honour to meet you. Your father is a brave dwarf."
Everything calmed down eventually and Bilbo sat by me telling me of the things I missed.
I've been asleep for 60 years. He adopted his nephew, Frodo, who happened to be the hobbit with the dark hair. I met his friends Sam, Merry and Pippin. The man with them introduced himself as Strider, who refused to tell me his real name.
We were halfway discussing the Sackville-Baggins when Strider interrupted.
"I'm sure as important the Sackville-Baggins' greediness is, it's noon and we have an important issue to attend to."
"Oh, right. Lord Elrond asked me to meet him at this courtyard at noon. What's it about?"
They exchanged dark glances and I could've sworn that Bilbo flinched guiltily.
"You'll see," was the only response Strider gave me.