Disclaimer- I swear. I don't see the point of doing this every chapter. But I must admit it is fun ranting on and on in the disclaimer. It gives me a reason to complain. And who doesn't like to complain. I sure do. Lol.
Well, my little chickadee's. this is my seventh chapter. I know this story is really dramatic. But hey. Life is dramatic in general so there is not way that I can get around it. We all know that every good story needs drama, humor, and romance. Along with action, adventure. And everything else put together. They also need to balance out. And if you have ever written or attempted doing that you know its not an easy thing to do. Too much of one thing can ruin the whole effect of the story. But, hey, its not like we are award winning authors. Most of us haven't even finished high school. Which I will VERY soon.
This chapter is for my sister, Jouri, whom I love very dearly. May you find all the happiness in the world that you so truthfully deserve. You are a great person and I love you. Without you my world would just fall apart. Love you, smooches. XOXO. ; ). Thank you for everything. Putting up with correcting my stories. Lol. I can get tiring I know. Lmao
and thank you to my reviewers. I really appreciate it. Love ya bunches. See you next chapter. Hopefully soon.
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1. CH. 7
The Burden Of My Song.
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I have had enough of that room already. I couldn't stand it much longer; the room itself seemed to be closing in on me. I needed to get out. So I drew myself a bath, picked out a decent dress, combed my thick curls and set out of there, and into the mystical city of Rivendell. I strolled out of my safe haven and into the gardens. I followed the paths as they curved and turned into different directions, every now and then stopping to smell the beautiful flowers; some that I have never seen in my life. They were so exotic, and smelled exquisite. I kept walking until I came to a fork in the path. The one to my right lead me back into some other gardens and the one to my left lead to a forest. I got curios and wanted to know where the other path leads me to, so with curiosity as my commander (as usual) I took the one to the left. I walked down the path surrounded by thousands of ancient trees. At first it appeared as I stepped into a masterpiece. It was so intoxicating, an enigmatic beauty that would put any person into a magical trance, my senses seemed to sharpen as a result of the divine serenity surrounding me……listen……..
I could have sworn that they were whispering. It sounded like they were talking to each other. No, more like singing to each other. It was barely audible to my ear. The wind and breeze seemed to carry it to me. Every time a breeze blew by I would hear very low murmurs. But I could not understand what they were saying, if in fact they were saying anything.
I snapped out of my current trance and entered another one. The sound of rushing water caught my ear. It was to the left of me off the path. I decided to risk getting lost and go find the source of the noise. I followed the noise till I came to a beautiful water fall, with green blue water gushing out from on top of a fairly high peak. It wasn't too high but it wasn't so low either. I walked closer to it and saw rocks near the end of the water fall. It looked like a pool, a pool with no shallow end, just a deep pool of azure water, very deep, deep enough to drown the human eye without reaching its mysterious bottom. It was so beautiful everything here was so beautiful. I felt so out of place here. I didn't belong. I lifted my head up again and looked at the sky, at this heaven I'm blessed to dwell in….NOPE I definitely do not belong here. I'm like an image from a surreal painting where you could hear noises seeping out venomously trying to assassinate your ears (Ah modern Life) I would just be a stain in this perfect impression of paradise…Rivendell!
I was in a daze looking into the water, looking at my reflection. I bent down and grazed my finger across the water. It was warm, just the right temperature. Not too cool and not too hot. Perfecto.
That reminded me of a poem. I love poems. I also have a great memory for remembering worthless things. But when it comes to remembering important thing for the life of me I won't remember, this being the child of a life where circumstances force you to prefer details that are born in moments of fantasy.
"Now how did that poem go?" I asked myself out loud. I have the tendency to speak to myself. Not in the crazy sort of way but when I am having a problem and I'm arguing the differences. (And no don't give me any funny looks Einstein did that Not that I'm an Einstein) Or I just think out loud.
"Ah, yes now I remember" I said to no one in particular. It is quite the lengthy poem.
"Love me little, love me long, is the burden of my song." I began chanting the verses.
"Love that is too hot and strong burneth soon to waste.
Still, I would not have thee cold,
not too backward, nor too bold;
Love that lasteth till 'tis old
Fadeth not in haste.
Love me little, love me long,
is the burden of my song."
"If thou lovest me too much,
It will not prove as true as touch;
Love me little, more than such,
for I fear the end.
I am with little well content,
And a little from thee sent
is enough, with true intent
to be steadfast friend.
Love me little, love me long,
is the burden of my song."
"Say thou lov'st me while thou live;
I to thee my love will give,
Never dreaming to deceive
Whiles that life endures.
Nay, and after death, in sooth,
I to thee will keep my truth,
As now, when in my may of youth;
This my love assures.
Love me little, love me long,
is the burden of my song."
"Constant love is moderate ever,
and it will through life persever;
Give me that, with true endeavour
I will it restore.
A suit of durance let it be,
For all weathers that for me,
For the land or for the sea,
Lasting evermore.
Love me little, love me long,
is the burden of my song."
"Winter's cold, or summer's heat,
autumn's tempests on it beat,
it can never know defeat,
Never can rebel.
Such the love that I would gain,
Such the love, I tell thee pain,
Thou must give, or woo in vain;
so to thee farewell!
Love me little, love me long,
is the burden of my song."
I loved that poem. It was so beautiful. But I have many favourites. I stood up on a rock next to the pools shore, just thinking about everything. I guess I should tell Elrond that I would stay. But I didn't want to go now. Everything was silent except for the rushing water and the breeze shaking the leaves on the tall trees. I was pondering my dreams once more. Oddly enough at the thought of them the world seemed to considerably darken. Grey clouds covered the once shining sun making the world look dim and grey. The breeze got suddenly much cooler. And the water no longer had the blue green hue it had a minute ago now it was a dull grey colour, much like the sky was.
I bent down to touch the water once more. The water was considerably cool. How can the water drop 20 degrees in thirty seconds flat? That didn't seem right. But that wasn't the worst of it.
The second my fingers made contact with the water, it rippled as usual. But the unusual thing about it was that the ripples turned black. And the blackness just consumed the whole pool of water. Until all of it was consumed. No longer was it azure, and no longer was it a dull grey, but an inky, infinite black. The pool was the blackest of black. I could no longer see my reflection in it as I seemed to gaze into a black hole that murdered all beauty around it.
I looked at my fingers and they were tainted black. The same colour the water is now. The substance was sticky and it was the foulest thing I have ever smelled in my life. What could it be? It wasn't oil. Of that I was sure. Oil and petroleum did not smell this foul. So I thought. I stood there crouching next the water and stared at my hand then at the black pool. What could it be? I thought of all the substances in Middle Earth that are like this.
But something whispered an inaudible word in the back of my mind, like it was trying to give me a clue. But I didn't hear. Nonetheless they said it again. What was it? It sounded like they said ore, or maybe nor. I still couldn't make it out. And again the whisper repeated the word.
They said Orc. But why would they say Orc? What did this foul substance have to do with Orcs? I went through the volumes of knowledge I held in my head; until one fact stood out. Black foul sticky substance and Orcs only are combined in one instance.
Orcs' blood!
Orc blood was black and sticky and also smelled foul. Then the realization hit me. I was standing next to a waterfall full of Orcs blood and my hand was covered in it.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH." I gave a terrified scream, as I backed away from the pool. ALL THIS BLOOD. All I saw was blood; in my dreams, and now in reality. I just couldn't tell the difference anymore. What was happening to me, and why? I thought between my mortified sobs.
Strong hands encircled me from the back. I gave another scream and tried desperately to pry myself free. I struggled and squirmed but the hands would not budge.
"Shhhhh. Shhhhhh. Breathe, calm down. Now one is going to hurt you. I am here. Naught is going to happen to you I promise, Shhhhhhhh, Relax, Tis just me, Tis Elladan."
At the sound of his voice and name I stopped struggling just as quickly as I had begun.
"Elladan?" I asked with a shaky voice, hot tears still pouring down my face. I turned around and saw his face. I looked into his eyes to make sure it was him. It was. There was no mistaking it.
"Yes, it is me. Don't be afraid any longer. I'm here." He assured me as he stroked my hair and held me in his strong, warm, and safe embrace. I wasn't afraid any longer. I was so glad he was there. I wish I could stay in his arms forever.
The grey shroud that was over the world lifted off. And once more the sun shone, this time all the brighter. And the breezed got warmer, but this time it smelt all the sweeter. The birds once more sang their beautiful songs. And the waterfall was as azure as it was before.
"What just happened?" I asked
"I'm not sure. I don't even think my explanation is correct. But it is over now. You are safe."
"So you saw it. You saw it all. It wasn't just me imagining it all. You saw the blood?"
He nodded his head solemnly.
"What does it all mean? What is happening to me? Did you see the whole thing? How long were you standing there?"
"Shhhh. Calm down. I will answer all you question as far as my knowledge will let me. And at this point, I don't know what they mean. Nor do I know what is happening to you. And yes I did see the whole thing. I was here before you came."
I didn't say anything. I just stood silent looking into his breathtakingly gorgeous grey eyes. And he continued
"You were very well content when you came through the trees, and even happier when you saw the waterfall and its waters. But you mood seemed to change. I felt it. Everything in the forest seemed to have felt the change in your mood. Everything around you seems to be affected by it. Hence why the sky darkened and the breeze became cooler. But the blood I can not explain. I understand why the grey clouds would disappear and why the wind suddenly changed. But I don't understand the disappearance of the blood, nor do I understand the appearance of it. But come now. I'll take you back home and to my father. He will surely find an explanation."
Home… That sounded so good, especially coming from him. I held his hand all the way back to the palace. Cause it's a theory of mine. If in doubt or in this case fear and doubt, hold someone's. It makes you feel safe and cared about.
Not once through the whole walk back did he let go of my hand. Every time I tensed he would feel it. And he just held my hand tighter, and smiled at me. What was this feeling I was having, in the pit of my stomach? Why would my heart suddenly beat faster when he was near? Why did I always want to hold him, or be held by him? Why did his hand fit so perfectly on mine? And why could I think of anything but him?
What did it all mean? These entire questions were such a burden to me. A heavy load I could not carry alone. And Elladan seemed to know this. Oddly enough he didn't need to say any words. I felt it. I feel connected to him.
He was there and offering his help. All I had to do was to extend my hand and take it. And he would be there in an instant. Then a question hit me and I stopped dead in my tracks. Elladan was forced to stop to. But he still held my hand. He looked at me questioningly. And I just looked at him with a worried expression. And I thought I heard his voice in the back of my head ask me what the matter was. And in my mind I said nothing was wrong. He looked at me in disbelief and kept walking with me in tow. From his reaction it would seem he heard what I was thinking. But that wouldn't be so odd. He was in fact the grandson of Galadriel.
What scared me so much you ask? What was that question that I was pondering? What made me stop in my tracks? Well it's one of the simplest questions in the world, yet the hardest to find an answer to. And when you do find an answer it's the hardest one to admit.
Was I falling in love with Elladan? The most beautiful creature I have laid my eyes upon. Was he really there holding my hand, and comforting me? Is this what love feels like? The person that has done so much for me and oddly enough seems to care about me?
It can't be so. I've known him for all of three days. The longest three days of my virtually nonexistent life.
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A/N
so that is the end of chapter seven. Hope you liked it. And just to tell you. My updates aren't going to be so quick. But, I must warn you that all my time is being stretched out thinner then it already is. I have football games that I am forced to sit through till the end seeing as the colorguard and band is forced to sit through the whole thing. And we can't even walk around with friends. There are like 20 chaperones surrounding the band bleachers. And the only time we are allowed to move from our spots is when we have to go to the bathroom.
And Fridays are the longest days. I get out of school at 2:03. I have to run to my locker. Run to the bathroom to get changed. Get all my stuff. My two costumes which are made up of like 4 articles of clothing. Carry 4 flags. My change of clothe from the school day. 4 pairs of choose. A notebook. Makeup for the show. My majorette costume, my baton. And I have to get all this and be at the fields my 2:30. Then we practice the show till 4:30. At five we get on a bus and go to the football stadium. We eat. Change into our costumes for pregame. Do our hair and makeup. Then do pregame. Run back. Change for halftime show. Then when that is done we sit on the bleachers. And we don't leave till like 10:00. So as you can see it is exhausting.
Not to mention I have a competition every single weekend for 2 months. On one weekend we even have two competitions to go to. The bus rides takes hours.
So this is my excuse for not being able to update soon. But after the fall rush is over. I'll have more time.
Sorry for the long note. Hehehehehehe.
Talk to you next chapter
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