Born of Fire
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This is a really short chapter, hopefully you weren't expecting really long, but I wanted to get this chapter up. Once I get this one up things will be rolling and I'll be updating more and more often (hopefully). I want to get at least one or two more chapters of this story up. Hopefully you'll like them, if not that's fine. I'll cry about it like a baby later. Please, please, please vote on the poll on my page, it's for the decided pairings on this story (Boromir/Lavi, Éomer/Kënna.) I need at least 5 more votes on it before I'm really settled. I'm pretty sure I know who I'm going with. Don't be biased, go ahead and vote for whoever you feel is the best! Enjoy. – Ze
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Disclaimer: I don't own it…dang.
Warning: Rated M for graphic features, and future content that may seem immoral to folks.
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Chapter Five: Awake
Kënna, Location: Rivendell
Her eyes felt heavy that day, her spirit was dropping like the sun over the horizon. To many decisions to make, Galadriel, Arwen's grandmother, had invited her to return to Lothlórien with Arwen when she went back. She knew it was the kindness, and the reasoning of interest that the woman had offered. But it just left Kënna feeling angry conflicted, and her spirit was dropping very rapidly. She had been staying at Imladris for many months now, Lavi still hadn't woken from her slumber, and that was starting to worry Kënna. On Terra, creatures fell into a long sleep if they were on deaths door. Some woke from this slumber, some did not. Most came in contact with the latter. She was worried, and extremely moody. She loved seeing Arwen and Estel happy, but there was a point when she started to hate the happiness they shared. She wanted to be happy with Lavi and Ren again. She wanted to be soaring in the skies of Terra, protecting her kingdom from harm, not a kingdom that wasn't her own.
She knew that Ren had the book, so there was no going back. Middle-Earth had no dust to be traveled, and even if it did it's impossible to control where you land through the dust's portal. Her luck she would end up on a planet, alone, stranded, and hungry. At least in Imladris she had food, friends, and comfort. Elrond had become her main companion, she had started to help him with maps, and she had become one of the main people he came to when he needed help. They, being the only two creatures in all of Middle-Earth were the only people who spoke Terric spent a lot of time speaking in secrecy. They both needed comfort, and in this case, talking and consoling seemed to be one of the main ways they did so. They would spend mere hours teaching each other things, about their worlds or even about each other.
It was easy to speak when you were the only creature understood. Gandalf came and went as he pleased, which Kënna found to be more than normal. A few times he had offered to take Lavi to Gondor to see if their house of healing could offer anything. But Kënna was to the point where if Elrond, Estel, and the other healers could do nothing, there wasn't anything that could be done. She had come to the conclusion by how the Elves spoke about mortals, that most of them were extremely greedy, and very cut throat. They had made a point to exclude Estel from that, which was far from greedy. In fact he had made it a point to offer Kënna friendship even if at the time she did not want it. It made her pleased to see she was still thought of by the young couple.
She practiced every day with Glorfindel, even if she didn't feel fit, and every day they went patrolling around the area to ensure the safety of Imladris. She had almost completely given up calling it its mortal given name, she spoke much more often in Elvish then she did anything else. Though soon enough she was speaking fluently in Terric with Ardith as well, who apparently had been eavesdropping into many of Elrond, and Kënna's lessons. She was happy to be chattering between two creatures who spoke her language. Thank god they were Elves; she didn't think she would have the patience to teach a mortal.
Years had passed wildly fast, almost too fast if you asked Kënna. She had been in Rivendell three years, and honestly until Lavi's birthday had passed, she would have forgotten, Lavi would be seven hundred and three that particular year, and she felt as if there was magic in the air. Kënna had stayed with the girl all day, getting the sleeping girl "excited" for all the celebration she would be offering the next day. She told stories to the girl about all the good times they had shared, all the interesting days. The brightness of her birth, and the short lived happiness it gave their kingdom. The happiness it gave Kënna, to have a real master of her own. She told her all about the adventures, making sure to use the name Kënna often, she wasn't sure why, but she wanted to make sure it wasn't easy to forget for the girl.
That same night, the night leading up to Lavi's birthday she sat on the sleeping girl's balcony watching the stars. Her mind had been distracted, wildly distracted. She couldn't stop inhaling the cool air into her lungs, smelling the scents of Amaranth, a plant that was fabled in her world. She took the scent of all the full spring flowers, the wonderful breath of cool wonders that it offered. She knew for some reason, it would be one of the most remembered days of her life. She wasn't even sure why, that was she wasn't sure until the miracle happened, she had been standing there so long staring at the sky, hoping that something good would happen. What she was waiting for was a shooting star, it was custom for birthdays of people of nobility for the city to stay awake the entire night. Watching, waiting, and searching desperately for a shooting star. If they saw one, a miracle would happen.
She was just about to give up, to turn around and walk away, but something told her to wait, something told her to stare up wide eyed at the sky for only a few moments longer. Years later she would say she was glad she did, for when she saw that shooting star and wished upon it, something far more magical then she could have pictured happened. Something she had been dreaming for to happen for a long time. She sighed after she had made a wish before turning around. She walked back into the room, gently gripped the long night coat that was on the back of the chair to put over her shear fabric which Ardith had supplied for her by her own request. She pivoted slowly slipping the house coat on and laying a handle on the door, but something stopped her. The quiet, parched voice of a girl who had been sleeping for many years now, at first Kënna almost continued out the door, but when the voice came again she turned to look upon the once sleeping form.
"Are you Kënna? Are you the one who spoke to me in my dreams?" The girl questioned, innocent deep brown eyes stared at Kënna who was speechless. She stared for a moment before turning to face the girl fully, she rubbed at her eyes, unsure if she was seeing things or not. Kënna took a few steps forward to sit tiredly in the chair beside the bed, staring wide eyed at the woman who was slowly sitting up, her short wavy brown hair was now a medium length mane of curled locks the color of the sun. Her face was pale and sunken from the few years of little food and very few hours of sunlight. But there was no doubt this was her Lavi. This was her princess sitting, looking much more graceful with the longer hair that Kënna had become so much more accustomed to.
"I am Kënna," she said with a bright smile she raised from her chair and gently sat on the edge of the girl's bed, "How are you my dear friend? Many years of slumber has taken you captive." She said quietly watching the small bit of confusion crossing Lavi's face. The confusion soon transferred to Kënna who sat quietly on the bed looking over the girl.
"I remember nothing, only my name, and yours it seems. I feel a love for you though, I am confused to as of why." Kënna had prepared herself for the moment when Lavi would not recognize anything around her. She was pleasantly surprised when the girl knew not only her name but her face as well. She felt a swell of happiness run through her.
"My dear Lavi, so good it is to have you back!" Kënna said suddenly wrapping Lavi in a gentle hug, a warm embrace that made her feel so free. She felt so happy, and that was something she needed to feel.
For the first time in a very long time, Kënna was genuinely happy.
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Short, I know. I don't care, but I do care all at the same time! I should be posting one more chapter tonight, and maybe another three again tomorrow. Hopefully, but I'm house shopping again tomorrow so we'll see what happens! Remember, vote, R&R and continue reading PLEASE. I don't have any reviews, so even just a 'interesting' or even a 'this sucks' will work (hopefully not the latter). I really just want to know what people think of this story! It's a bit different, that I'm aware of, and it's about to get even more different as time goes on. Please don't be shy; I really want to hear what you have to say. If you don't want to review, fine, just PM me, or even just a few story alerts and a favorite or two would be nice to be honest! I hope I'm not asking too much! – Ze
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