A/N...this is a little fic that I decided to write on Christmas night when something horrible happened on what was supposed to be a joyous day. My grandmother was taken to the hospital b/c of congestive heart failure...and currently, as I am writing this, I am terrified.
Later, when I will be posting this (which is the present for those of you who take the time to read), I will hopefully be looking towards a happy future if not...then if you pray, then please pray for me.
Fear not, My Writer
Lina Skye walked slowly into the house, slamming the door behind her. Eyes bloodshot with tears, hair disheveled, makeup smeared, the young woman looked nothing short of a wreck.
She dropped her car keys down onto the counter, not paying any attention to them as the keys fell from the counter onto the kitchen floor.
The teenager bypassed the food that was out on the table, leftovers. She even bypassed the tv and dvd player.
Of course that was to be expected. She usually would come home to her trusty keyboard to write.............
Aragorn, who had been playing the Playstation 2 in her room against Legolas, winced as the Elf bested him yet again.
The Dunadan dropped the controller as he heard the authoress enter.
No....not again!
He and Legolas steeled themselves for the usual round of torture and angst in her writing as she entered her room and walked over to plop down wearily onto the computer chair.
"Hold on, before you start—"Legolas began to protest, but was cut off by a nudge from Aragorn.
Aragorn pointed over to the authoress, who was usually vibrant with readiness to paint her pictures with words.
Usually, Lina would be typing busily away, preparing for another angst filled chapter of the stories she wrote, apologizing profusely to 'her Estel' and to 'her Estel's elf friend'.
But that was not so on Christmas night.
As the teenager stumbled into her room, a cloud of darkness hung over her features. Something was clearly wrong.
Aragorn and Legolas stood there, unmoving as Lina began to undress and put on her pajamas.
Usually, she would have yelled at Legolas to leave the room and beg Aragorn to stay.....
But the two friends received no such reaction.
They merely stood there, and she acted as though they did not exist as she was caught up in her own memories.
*~*~*~*
The family sat down to eat dinner, but two members was missing.
"Where's grandma?"
"She isn't feeling too well,"Lina's mother answered.
"And what about Auntie?"
"She is—"
'Auntie' suddenly entered, a mask of worry upon her face. "Kay, we need to go....Mom isn't something is really wrong...."
*~*~*~*~*((I have changed the names...my aunt's name is definitely not auntie, and my mom's name is not kay))
"Um....torturous author who torments my every waking moment...?"Aragorn called, waving a hand in an attempt to get some kind of attention from the authoress who was usually latched onto his leg.
When he received only silence, Aragorn looked over at Legolas, concerned.
"Uh, Lina? Are you well?"Legolas inquired softly, walking over to kneel in front of the young woman.
Silence.
Lina merely turned her head the other way, pulling her knees up to her chest, heels resting on the edge of the chair. She then plopped her head down to rest on her knees, her disheveled hair masking her face.
Aragorn stepped forward and knelt in front of Lina. His silver-blue eyes were concerned, showing more emotion towards the authoress than he had ever before.
"Lina, please answer me. It is your Estel.....what is wrong?"
Lina shook her head slightly, struggling to maintain her composure.
Aragorn looked over at Legolas, shocked.
Okay, now it was serious.
Lina *never* turned down 'her Estel'.
Something was *definitely* wrong.
"Lina, please, listen to me. I know something is wrong. I want to help,"Aragorn pleaded.
Inwardly, Aragorn questioned himself for trying to help a writer who was constantly beating him up in her stories....
But, deep down inside of him, a voice answered: 'It is because she is not so bad.....you two are almost inseparable, though one dwells in fiction and the other in the real world.'
Legolas reached over to put a hand on Lina's shoulder. Beneath his touch, the teenager trembled.
"Lina, you will never hear us begging again, don't you want to answer?"Legolas questioned, trying to get the usually bouncy young woman to smile.
Lina looked up to reveal red, puffy, tear filled eyes.
"Oh, Lina....."Aragorn trailed off, speechless.
After a few moments, Lina took a deep, shuddering breath. "I—we were eating dinner and grandma...she got really sick...a—and..........she is on the way to the hospital.........Mom and Dad and Auntie and Uncle are gone, too........I—I'm scared."
With that said, Lina's composure broke down. A soft sob escaped her throat, her face crumpling with grief.
Without thinking, Aragorn reached forward and pulled her against his chest, into his arms. "Sh, Lina....it is all right...Everything is going to be all right."
Legolas put a comforting hand on her back, rubbing in soothing circles. "Ilya ta naeithel, (Everything is going to be okay)"Legolas murmured softly in Elvish.
Aragorn gently kissed the crown of Lina's forehead. "Fear not, my authoress......you are not alone."
And there the three sat.
Lina sat there, shaking uncontrollably as she let out the grief and pain that had been building up. Aragorn held her in his arms, ignoring the odd looks he would get from reviewers if they ever found out.
Legolas merely was there, his serene presence a true comfort, being a rock solid foundation.
Finally, Lina's sobs began to still to where tears merely ran silently down her face.
Aragorn pulled back to where he could look into the authoress's puffy blue eyes. "Feel better?"
Lina shrugged slightly, making a vague attempt at humor. "I guess....I just can't believe the one time you hold me, it has to be when something horrible happens." A tearful smile came to the writer's face.
Legolas smiled faintly. "Indeed......but just remember, no matter what, you are not alone."
Aragorn nodded. "Though your writing hurts, we won't abandon you. Remember? We always come back."
Lina let out a hollow laugh. "Thanks.....at least you guys aren't going anywhere."
Aragorn reached over to gently brush away one of the tears that leaked from Lina's eyes. "And neither will your grandmother...she will be fine."
"I hope so, Aragorn...I hope so."
"You see? You have hope...you have Estel, nin mellon. Never give up. Tomorrow will be a brighter day,"Aragorn pointed out.
Lina shook her head half heartedly. "I hope so, Estel.........I hope you're right."
Maybe tomorrow would be a brighter day............
Just maybe..........
***********
Wow, ESTEL huggles me and I can't even enjoy it....
So, reviewers.....................I need help.
Pray for me if you can, or if you will. I need it. Pray for my grandmother...she needs it. Pray for my family. We all need it.
Or just remember us as we go through this time.
thank you.........
Later, when I will be posting this (which is the present for those of you who take the time to read), I will hopefully be looking towards a happy future if not...then if you pray, then please pray for me.
Fear not, My Writer
Lina Skye walked slowly into the house, slamming the door behind her. Eyes bloodshot with tears, hair disheveled, makeup smeared, the young woman looked nothing short of a wreck.
She dropped her car keys down onto the counter, not paying any attention to them as the keys fell from the counter onto the kitchen floor.
The teenager bypassed the food that was out on the table, leftovers. She even bypassed the tv and dvd player.
Of course that was to be expected. She usually would come home to her trusty keyboard to write.............
Aragorn, who had been playing the Playstation 2 in her room against Legolas, winced as the Elf bested him yet again.
The Dunadan dropped the controller as he heard the authoress enter.
No....not again!
He and Legolas steeled themselves for the usual round of torture and angst in her writing as she entered her room and walked over to plop down wearily onto the computer chair.
"Hold on, before you start—"Legolas began to protest, but was cut off by a nudge from Aragorn.
Aragorn pointed over to the authoress, who was usually vibrant with readiness to paint her pictures with words.
Usually, Lina would be typing busily away, preparing for another angst filled chapter of the stories she wrote, apologizing profusely to 'her Estel' and to 'her Estel's elf friend'.
But that was not so on Christmas night.
As the teenager stumbled into her room, a cloud of darkness hung over her features. Something was clearly wrong.
Aragorn and Legolas stood there, unmoving as Lina began to undress and put on her pajamas.
Usually, she would have yelled at Legolas to leave the room and beg Aragorn to stay.....
But the two friends received no such reaction.
They merely stood there, and she acted as though they did not exist as she was caught up in her own memories.
*~*~*~*
The family sat down to eat dinner, but two members was missing.
"Where's grandma?"
"She isn't feeling too well,"Lina's mother answered.
"And what about Auntie?"
"She is—"
'Auntie' suddenly entered, a mask of worry upon her face. "Kay, we need to go....Mom isn't something is really wrong...."
*~*~*~*~*((I have changed the names...my aunt's name is definitely not auntie, and my mom's name is not kay))
"Um....torturous author who torments my every waking moment...?"Aragorn called, waving a hand in an attempt to get some kind of attention from the authoress who was usually latched onto his leg.
When he received only silence, Aragorn looked over at Legolas, concerned.
"Uh, Lina? Are you well?"Legolas inquired softly, walking over to kneel in front of the young woman.
Silence.
Lina merely turned her head the other way, pulling her knees up to her chest, heels resting on the edge of the chair. She then plopped her head down to rest on her knees, her disheveled hair masking her face.
Aragorn stepped forward and knelt in front of Lina. His silver-blue eyes were concerned, showing more emotion towards the authoress than he had ever before.
"Lina, please answer me. It is your Estel.....what is wrong?"
Lina shook her head slightly, struggling to maintain her composure.
Aragorn looked over at Legolas, shocked.
Okay, now it was serious.
Lina *never* turned down 'her Estel'.
Something was *definitely* wrong.
"Lina, please, listen to me. I know something is wrong. I want to help,"Aragorn pleaded.
Inwardly, Aragorn questioned himself for trying to help a writer who was constantly beating him up in her stories....
But, deep down inside of him, a voice answered: 'It is because she is not so bad.....you two are almost inseparable, though one dwells in fiction and the other in the real world.'
Legolas reached over to put a hand on Lina's shoulder. Beneath his touch, the teenager trembled.
"Lina, you will never hear us begging again, don't you want to answer?"Legolas questioned, trying to get the usually bouncy young woman to smile.
Lina looked up to reveal red, puffy, tear filled eyes.
"Oh, Lina....."Aragorn trailed off, speechless.
After a few moments, Lina took a deep, shuddering breath. "I—we were eating dinner and grandma...she got really sick...a—and..........she is on the way to the hospital.........Mom and Dad and Auntie and Uncle are gone, too........I—I'm scared."
With that said, Lina's composure broke down. A soft sob escaped her throat, her face crumpling with grief.
Without thinking, Aragorn reached forward and pulled her against his chest, into his arms. "Sh, Lina....it is all right...Everything is going to be all right."
Legolas put a comforting hand on her back, rubbing in soothing circles. "Ilya ta naeithel, (Everything is going to be okay)"Legolas murmured softly in Elvish.
Aragorn gently kissed the crown of Lina's forehead. "Fear not, my authoress......you are not alone."
And there the three sat.
Lina sat there, shaking uncontrollably as she let out the grief and pain that had been building up. Aragorn held her in his arms, ignoring the odd looks he would get from reviewers if they ever found out.
Legolas merely was there, his serene presence a true comfort, being a rock solid foundation.
Finally, Lina's sobs began to still to where tears merely ran silently down her face.
Aragorn pulled back to where he could look into the authoress's puffy blue eyes. "Feel better?"
Lina shrugged slightly, making a vague attempt at humor. "I guess....I just can't believe the one time you hold me, it has to be when something horrible happens." A tearful smile came to the writer's face.
Legolas smiled faintly. "Indeed......but just remember, no matter what, you are not alone."
Aragorn nodded. "Though your writing hurts, we won't abandon you. Remember? We always come back."
Lina let out a hollow laugh. "Thanks.....at least you guys aren't going anywhere."
Aragorn reached over to gently brush away one of the tears that leaked from Lina's eyes. "And neither will your grandmother...she will be fine."
"I hope so, Aragorn...I hope so."
"You see? You have hope...you have Estel, nin mellon. Never give up. Tomorrow will be a brighter day,"Aragorn pointed out.
Lina shook her head half heartedly. "I hope so, Estel.........I hope you're right."
Maybe tomorrow would be a brighter day............
Just maybe..........
***********
Wow, ESTEL huggles me and I can't even enjoy it....
So, reviewers.....................I need help.
Pray for me if you can, or if you will. I need it. Pray for my grandmother...she needs it. Pray for my family. We all need it.
Or just remember us as we go through this time.
thank you.........