hello everyone! Sorry for the delay, but Lark had to move so she was busy. By the way, I'm Celine, the co-writer of this fic. I'm known on FF as KiyaJinnSkywalkerKenobi.
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Heya, friends. Eva here, don't kill me. If you have stayed with this story then I love you forever. If you haven't, then you won't be reading this. please, take two chapters as an I'm sorry.
Chapter 2
P.o.V. Celine
I was floating. It felt really odd, like a strange tingly sensation of being in the presence of someone or something really important.
Wait, I thought I had died! Was I alive? Or was this heaven? I opened my eyes and looked around, to see Lark right next to me, except that she looked different.
I was surprised. She had golden-brown hair, like normal, but it was a whole lot shinier and thicker and longer then it had been before. Her face was a lot more flawless and pale from its natural tan, and her lips had become a deeper pink then they had been before. Her nose was still adorably tip-tilted as usual, and she was the same.
I frowned and looked down at myself- and was surprised. I was still the same too, just had a lot more of the same type of changes that Lark had. My hair was still platinum-blonde, but now thicker and longer too. My face felt a lot smoother and my skin was a lot paler. When I looked around, I saw a white, crisp clean room and felt an ethereal sensation.
"Oh snap, this is a dream, not real, not real, not real..." I chanted silently to myself, curling up and shivering.
"It actually is." A voice pointed out to me. I blinked. That voice- it was rather distinctive, actually. It was like a deep cavernous voice, but also really kind at the same time. I looked up to see a male-like figure, dressed in black and white robes, and also with raven-dark locks and a scar over one amber eye in a pale face.
"Eru!" I exclaimed, placing a hand over my chest, then blew out a breath. "You look like what I think Mandos would- where am I?" I asked suddenly, immensely confused.
There was sudden laughter all around me, and I started to see all kinds of luminous beings surrounding my bed. "Because it is Mandos, child. And you are in his halls." Replied a soft voice that held a smile. I looked to see that the person who said it was smiling gently and had a white gown with blonde hair and light blue eyes. I blinked, baffled, then it hit me.
"Wait, what!?" I shrieked. "But- fiction- Tolkien- I'm supposed to be dead- Lark-" I couldn't think straight.
"Calm down elfling! It's alright! Yes, this is real. Your sister is fine. Be calm." A soothing voice told me, while arms suddenly wrapped around me. I grabbed the robe, not caring who it was, and breathed in his scent, calming down with monumental effort. He smelled sweetly enticing, like flowers and candles.
I looked up finally to see this new Vala, assuming that he was, and saw light blue and white robes, with white hair and icy blue eyes. "I-Irmo?" I asked hesitantly. He chuckled.
"Much better. Yes." He answered patting my head. I scowled slightly.
"Why isn't Lark awake?" I asked anxiously.
Mandos moved over to her bed. "She is still holding onto your world, the stubborn girl. Therefore she has not let go fully enough to awaken." He replied to my query. I blinked.
"Oh." Then my face twisted. I pinched myself. It hurt. "Yep, I'm not dreaming." I face-planted into the sheets with a muffled sigh, then propped my head back up in my hands. "Man, this is way too Mary-Sueish." I muttered.
"It most certainly is not. Now, come along, Lavamben, and let's get you something to eat." A kind voice addressed me. So I allowed myself to be dragged away by a young lady who I identified as Vána.
But what's a Lavamben? And how does she know what a Mary-Sue anyway?
P.o.V. Lark
Time seemed to slow and congeal around us. Darkness closed in as my vision became tunneled. I tried to focus on staying awake. I thought of all that was dear to me, all that I would lose if I died. Of course, I believed in afterlife and ressurection, but I would miss , and my favorite authors, and- I stopped myself. Panicking wouldn't help a bit. Especially not if I survived this. To keep myself conscious, I began to sing. I loved singing, and was very talented at it. They only song that I could recall however was I'm With You, by Avril Lavigne. I sang as I held to Celine's hand, I didn't know what was happening to my parents, so I wasn't letting go of her.
Suddenly, I wondered why I had so much time to think about - well anything. Shouldn't I be plunging to an unwelcome death? I slowly opened my eyes, which I didn't remember closing. Everything had gone from black to warm, golden-y white. I felt as if I was being caressed by the light of the stars. Not cold, hard, and distant, thanks much, Kili. I giggled, if death was like this, then I really should die more often.
"Please tell me that she's not delirious because she is dying here." I heard a sarcastic, but friendly voice say, "If she does, she'll go to this afterlife. Not Valinor or the one that she believes in."
"Oh, Mandos, I daresay that she believes in this, otherwise she wouldn't have been chosen. It is just not what she will expect."
It was the starry voice that said that part. Why did the name Mandos seem so... familiar. By Mahal, I KNOW that I have heard that name. I decided to risk everything. I knew that I was lying down so, grunting a bit from sore muscles, I sat up.
"Oh, my dear iellig, you're awake!" A new voice spoke up. Hands helped me from all sides.
"I'm alive," I said, "But, where's Celine? Celine? Celine!?"
"Elfling, calm down," another voice said, "She's right here."
Without even registering the first part, I looked around for the girl who was both my sister and best friend. I saw her walk into the room, laughing with a young woman. She saw me and instantly excused herself from the conversation.
"Lark, oh I am so glad that you are awake, onöné! They said that your injuries were worse than mine, something about 'holding to your world, stubborn girl,' I think."
"Are you mocking me, Celine?" A man asked.
"No, simply quoting."
"Look, sis," I interrupted, "love the incredibly strange bonding moment, but WHERE IN THE NAME OF THE VALAR ARE WE?"
That is all it took, and the whole room was laughing. At me.
