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*** Note I – I know. I know. I released an author's note around the beginning of April 2016, briefly detailing my hiatus phase and how I plan to soon get back to writing, reviewing and reading fanfiction. Yet I still haven't done that until now – the middle of March, 2017. Jeez. Dxxx Sincere and profuse apologies; I really am sorry about that, and I'm even disappointed in myself . . . Yet simultaneously, I kinda don't fully regret doing this. After much pondering, I return with mostly fresh eyes, clearer thoughts and a better sense in regards to this story and my other fanfictions. I've altered and improved story arcs and other things, so I am glad I took the time . . . Especially when finalizing future character deaths~ *winks and smiles impishly* ***
*** Note II – A big thank you to those favoring, following and reviewing my fanfic; it really makes me happyyy~ =') You people are awesome, and I hope you enjoy this next chapter~! =D ***
*** Note III – So yeah; I just made a new disclaimer: All canonical work is under the ownership of their respective creators. All fanworks posted are intended for personal, entertainment and non-commercial use. No copyright infringement is intended. *** I only own the following: My OCs, non-canon places; ideas, events, storylines and plots that are my own and not in the original canon; and, my imagination~ :3 ***
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~ 011 – Trying To Piece Shattered Glass Part I ~
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"All for one and one for all, united we stand divided we fall."
~ Alexandre Dumas, The Three Musketeers
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Seagulls and ducks randomly procure their cries and quacks as they fly, swim and fiddle around with each other. They are so cute – the ducks, that is. Seagulls are just plain annoying; although, I am grateful that they aren't nearly as irritating as the ones in Finding Nemo.
My legs dangle over the edge of the wooden dock whilst I lean the left side of my body against the end post. This dock is one of the few along the beaches of Mithlond, and it is rather quiet in comparison to the major harbour and port that is within the Noldorin city; bustling with the actions of mariners, shipwrights, merchants and others.
The soothing, cool wind and the gentle sounds of the waves lulls me into a sleepy state. My fingers absentmindedly play with the pendant around my neck. Audibly sighing, I groan frustratingly. This would have been such a nice day to fly! But noooooo; I have to stay in my elven form until the passing of four weeks. Pouting, I scratch the side of my itchy nose . . .
"Remember before, in the mornings, the two of us and Elros used to have a good swim? Just the three of us, reveling blissfully in the company of one another . . ."
Wistfully smiling and turning my head, a familiar Peredhel lowers himself rather gracefully by my side; dangling his legs over the edge of the dock with mine. "And Elros would always try to swim further into Belegaer; purposefully unaware of potential danger while trying to see if he could find Ulmo, Ossë, Uinen and Salmar," I comment in amusement. Ooooh, my goodness, I miss Elros so much!
Elrond chuckles before his face turns solemn, and his clear grey eyes look into mine with sincerity. "Kalasara, I wish to apologize for my behaviour for the past four years. Especially my hostility during that first year."
"I completely understand you, Elrond. You were in deep, unfathomable shock – horrified, even." In fact, I was also surprised. I had forgotten Elros' fate, and had only remembered it once he openly voiced his decision.
The Half-elven tears his eyes away and looks out into the vast ocean. "I have said things that I wished I had never said at all. I shouldn't have held you accountable. Truly, I am sorry."
A small smile tugs away at the corners of my lips, and I reply honestly: "You know, I already forgave you. I'm over it. You are a nice ellon and are not a rude, scornful person. What you said did not come from the real you." My smile widens as I outstretch my arm. "Still friends? I mean, there's no reason for the both of us to continue to mope around with this. It's in the past . . . Is it not?"
In less than a second, his head snaps towards mine. At first, he dons a stunned facial expression, and then a pleased grin graces his features. "Still friends." As soon as he clasps my forearm, he pulls me forward and envelops me into a warm embrace. "And thank you. The dress suits you, by the way," he comments cheekily.
My arms encircle his waist and my cheeks feel warm. "The queen lent it to me for until the seamstresses have completed my articles of clothing." It's a flowing, lovely and simple piece of clothing; an old dress that Lossëa used to wear when she was younger and shorter. It is lilac in colour, with thin sleeves that hug my arms and ends roughly one inch past my elbow. Yawning, I procure a light tug of the young Peredhel's black hair that shines a delicious, dark chocolaty brown in direct sunlight. "How did you recognize me in this form? You've been avoiding me up until now; and the last time we happened to cross paths was about a month and a half ago."
"Oh! Well . . . I . . . How do I say this?"
Parting from the hug in suspicion, I stare expectantly into Elrond's face. His eyes dart all over the place before looking nervously into mine and he rubs the back of his head. My left eyebrow rises in question. "Is something the matter?"
"Don't kill me."
"Why would I kill you?" I'm almost taken aback . . . And then he briefs me about how two days ago, he went for a relaxing ride through a portion of Lindon's lands. He had taken a nap by a tree; and when he woke up, he discerned voices. Peaking around the tree, he had seen Ancalagon and myself across the other side of the lake . . .
"Then I saw you . . . Naked."
Oh my. Blushing, I raise my arm and wave my hand. "Elrond –"
"I am sorry! It was not my intention to do that."
"Elrond –!"
"I was simply so captivated by the transformation –"
"Elrond, I'm not mad."
"– that I did not notice you were without clothes at first!"
"It's alright! Honestly! I'm not really bothered by it." That is true, for the most part. Call it a dragon thing, or simply a 'creatures-don't-wear-clothes-therefore-in-a-potential-humanoid-form-we-are-proud-and-are-not-shy' kind of thing. Although, I do feel like I'm contradicting myself on that front; I mean, if the person was someone I did not know – or someone I know but despise, like Scatha – then I would be embarrassed and bothered and feel violated . . . But Elrond is Elrond, I know what type of person he is and I believe him.
"But I looked away as soon as I realized –"
"ELROND!" I shout whilst clasping both of his shoulders with either of my hands; my fingers firmly digging into the fabric of his maroon tunic. I sigh as he simply stares at me. "You need to cool off." And I shove him into the waters of the ocean.
The yell and loud splashing is almost deafened by my blaring laughter. I am laughing so hard, that after a few moments, I am also in the water without even realizing it until I feel liquid entering my mouth and nostrils. Abruptly levelling my head above the brisk waters and spitting out said liquid, my eyes narrow murderously towards Elrond's innocent yet smug eyes; and his wide smirk is quite impish. "Oh, come now – don't look at me like that! You started it."
"And you continued it," I seethe; cheekily pretending to be livid as I splash water onto his face.
Elrond splutters and splashes back.
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"I am so wet, that I feel as though I am still in the ocean." Elrond plops face first into the soft, grainy sands after he removes his dark grey boots and drains them of water. And then he instantly rolls onto his back and spits out sand. "I should not have done that," he states in an irritable mutter.
Snickering, I remove my dark purple slipper-like "flats" and lay down on my back. "Yeah? Well I'm so wet, that I feel as though I'm made out of water." And then I make a faux judgmental face. "Seriously, Rondy, why would you kiss sand?"
The ellon lightly smacks my arm. "Do not call me that horrendous distortion of a name, Kal-Kal."
Sticking out my tongue, I open my mouth to counter his comment before a childish voice makes itself known: "Elrond, were you playing?"
The Peredhel sits up, accompanied with a pleasant grin. "Oh, Erestor! What brings you here?"
Wait a second . . . 'Erestor?' As in, the future chief councillor of the future Imladris? Or is this a different Erestor? Ah well, only time will tell . . . With vaguely widened eyes, I sit up to see an adorable ellon with straight, shoulder-length jet black hair and an interesting pair of blue-grey doe eyes. Awww . . . I want to pinch those cheeks!
"I was just reading about the oceans with Círdan," the little elfling yawns as he responds to Elrond's question. "Ada and Nana are busy, and I can't find my uncle. Now I'm bored. Oooohhh, are you new here? I haven't seen you before . . ." Erestor directs that last bit to me as he climbs onto Elrond's lap.
The Half-elven wraps one arm around the other's small body. "Oh, she's been here for a while – oommfff!"
"Hush, Elrond, he's talking to me." Mentally sniggering whilst ignoring his glare, I remove my hand from his mouth and then smile down at curious doe eyes. "I've been here for years. The name's 'Kalasara,' and I am a dragon. Maybe you've seen me in that form?"
"I'm Erestor!" the elfling introduces himself with a happy bounce. "And I'm eight summers old." He adorably tilts his head to the side. "A . . . Dragon?"
"A purple one, with light lavender scales."
"Ohhh, then I have seen you before! I've seen you flying a few days ago with that huuuuuuuuge black one! Can I see you in that form now?"
I titter sheepishly. "I'm afraid you will have to wait. I've only been in this form for a couple of days; and as this is the first time I've been in it, I have to stay in the form for a month's worth of days. If I don't, then something will happen to my body where I will no longer be able to morph into my secondary form."
"Ohh, I think I remember reading something like that in this book . . ." Erestor pouts. And then – almost as though his seeming disappointment had never flashed through his sparkling eyes – he beams playfully. "Can you take me out into the ocean? Please? I want to swim."
As much as I want to stay on the beach and dry up, I give into his large eyes displaying their hopeful stare. HE IS JUST SO CUTE; WHY CAN I NEVER RESIST THIS?! The elfling pulls his tiny shoes off of his feet before hopping into my lap. Supporting him in my arms, I stand up. "Elrond, are you joining us?"
Languidly, the Peredhel procures a flop of his hand. "No thank you – I am very comfortable at the moment, and the sun is quite a darling today. You children have fun."
I snort back a laugh and roll my eyes. "Excuse me: 'Children?' Respect your elders; I'm older than you!"
"Ten years is not much of a difference," Elrond singsongs, accompanied with a roguish half-smile as he instantly leans back down onto the sand with closed eyes; his arms already folded beneath his head like a temporary pillow.
And then I am lost in time as I wade in the cool, refreshing water; the waves coming up to my waist. My pupils trail all over as the minutes pass by: At Erestor floating and splashing and swimming around; at the darker colours of the ocean beyond the horizon; at the skies, wishing that I could fly with the birds and feel the wind caress my body in a much more welcoming and intimate manner. And then, just then . . . The soft whistling of the wind carries music. Barely noticeable echoes of strings being plucked on a harp vibrate in a mellow fashion. Singing soon joins the instrument, and it is most captivating and ethereal. Haunting in a sense . . . Tragic as well, yet the sadness does not hinder the beauty of the voice.
Looking around, I notice how Erestor does not hear it due to his swimming and loud splashing. Turning towards the shore, I catch sight of a standing Elrond with his back facing me; his head turning towards a different direction after every minute and a half. He then turns sideways. And then his face meets mine whilst he uses a hand to comb his glossy, damp hair back from being blown into his face. Elrond's soft smile contradicts his clear grey eyes that display melancholy when he mouths one name: Makalaurë.
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You took him from me!
A haunting chill seeps through my flesh and bones as I exit my chambers, and I lean my back against the door. Wiping cold sweat from my brow with the back of my hand, I procure a shuddering sigh. The white gold-and-amethyst pendant around my neck is icy to the touch.
Your fault! It is at your fault that he is gone!
A loud meow resonates through the dark corridor, and gazing down, I am met with the ice-blue eyes of a seal-point Siamese feline. "No slippers or robe? You should be careful when presenting yourself in this fashion," Daalara comments; comically unimpressed.
My lace-and-silk white nightgown includes thin, barely noticeable straps; a low neckline that exposes the very tops of my breasts; and, skirts that only fall down mid-thigh. But I don't really care – there's no one else here, anyway. "There's no point. I'm only going to Ada's chambers," I answer quietly whilst procuring half an eye-roll; pointing across the hall in the direction of the door that directly faces mine.
We are in what is called, the 'Dragon's Wing,' and its' location is the very top floor of Gil-Galad's fortress-like palace. Not every dragon who serves Ancalagon lives with him, here in Lindon; however, there are spare rooms for those who decide to temporarily spend their time here. In fact, the only ones who have permanent residence here and mainly spend our time within this elven realm include myself, Ada, Jura and Corulagon. Daalara as well; though seeing as her secondary form is that of a cat, she does not see the point of having her own room, and instead just hangs out anywhere she feels like. The dragon survivors from the War of Wrath – those who fought for Ancalagon and the others who fought for Morgoth – have all migrated elsewhere in various parts of the world.
"I keep forgetting that you are actually a dragon and not just a talking cat," I muse whilst closing the door to Ada's chambers. Scanning through the dark room, I pout in disappointment at the absence of him.
Daalara sniggers as she hops onto Ancalagon's large bed. "I don't blame you – I'm almost always in this form, and I prefer it."
"You should have been born a cat, then." Sitting on the soft blankets with my feet dangling over the edge of the bed, I notice the moonlight procuring a vague, eerie silvery glow within the room. Roughly ten feet away and almost diagonally across, there is a decently-sized balcony. Silky, ruby red translucent curtains fumble lightly in the late March midnight breeze like the serene and mesmerizing waves of the ocean.
"You miss him? It's clearly evident in your eyes." The cat-dragon plants herself in my lap and snuggles against my abdomen.
"I always miss Ada when he's gone," I respond quietly; still gazing at the curtains, the night sky behind them, and the twinkling stars. On instinct, my right hand slowly pets her soft, silken fur. "Do you miss your parents? I just realized that you never really mentioned them, only that they're dead . . ."
Daalara's paws become tense along the pale fabric covering my thighs. She immediately stands, jumps down from my lap, and pads swiftly across the floor and through the small opening of the door that leads out into the hallway.
"Daalara?" I call out gently; regretting even asking my previous question.
The moon and stars are blocked from view as a colossal shadow looms over the elven city. It glides until it is about to pass over the balcony; and at that second, the shadow disappears and Ancalagon is in his elven form. Abruptly strolling through the curtains, he catches sight of me and slows in his pace. "Kalasara, what are you doing here?" His red jewels for eyes are filled with concern, and they seem to have this warm glow amidst the surrounding chilly darkness.
I gulp awkwardly and bite the inside of my cheek. "Can I . . . Can I sleep here tonight? I had –"
"– that nightmare again. I know; I've just sensed your unease." Ancalagon kneels before me and steadily grips both of my bare upper arms with his larger hands. "Albeit I thought you developed a handle on them through mine and Lady Galadriel's assistance, and that you haven't been having them since for nearly three years?"
My home is gone because of you!
It had felt so real. My neck still hurts.
My body procures a small jolt. "Y-yes, but this one ended differently. It had Sauron in it –" At that, Ada's grip tightens around my arms. "– and he was wrathful, vengeful . . . H-he kept blaming me and threatening me. And . . ." I sniffle. Tears well along the surface of my eyes, but I blink them back. "And he was hurting me – violating me and choking me to death! I –"
"Say no more," Ada shushes me quietly before he embraces me tight. "He will not hurt you. You are safe here; and if he ever manages to find his way here, I will rip his head off and impale the foul thing on a spike for all to see. It's . . . Only a dream," he whispers that final sentence before placing a comforting kiss upon my brow and stands up; although, his eyes speak something else. "However; if you have that dream again, we shall be paying Galadriel another visit . . . And perchance borrow the use of her scrying mirror, as well. For now, my precious child, settle in while I remove these layers."
"Thank you, Ada." I procure a smile of relief whilst standing to my tip-toes; gifting his cheek with a kiss before plopping back down onto the mattress and settling myself underneath the blankets. Nuzzling my cheek into the pillows, I close my eyes. It is after a few moments that I feel Ancalagon's weight on the bed and beside me. His arms wrap around me protectively, and one hand strokes my head in a lulling manner . . .
His fingers unexpectedly stiffen, and I feel my hair being slowly pulled from my neck. "Kalasara, you have finger marks around your neck!"
My eyes widen as large as those of a giant squid's while my heart simultaneously feels as though it had just stopped beating. Saddened, I close my eyelids again and bury my face deeper into Ada's chest.
"Kalasa –"
"No more; not now, please Ada. I don't know if some sort of force is physically injuring me whilst I sleep, or if I am actually doing this to myself without even realizing it . . ."
You took him from me and you will die ten thousand deaths for that, you fucking craven!
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"Well, isn't this rather . . . Odd." The pondering voice of Sauron quieted in the wind and the light, fresh crinkling sounds of the bushes and leaves. The orange-yellow golden sun was only just peeking out from beyond the horizon. He was in a forest in Lindon – far from the capital city of Mithlond, but also some considerable distance away from the eastern border.
Without the soft rise and fall of the figure's breasts, one could easily mistake this cold, unconscious elf as being dead. The elleth wore nothing but a white and thin flimsy ankle-length dress with long and wide sleeves. Her hair was lengthy, wavy and dark brown.
"She smells different; it's disgusting." Scatha, in his secondary form of a Noldo ellon, emerged from behind a thick tree, accompanied with a sneer. His black cloak was draped and wrapped around him in a way that covered most of his body; and his straight, glossy black hair was tied up, using a strip of faded green leather, in a high ponytail with loose strands framing both sides of his sharp face.
Sauron hummed almost playfully as he continued to stare at the closed eyelids of the elleth, half-expecting her to suddenly wake up. "Her aura seems quite different, and her fëa does feel rather . . . Otherworldly." He ran a hand through his recently-changed snowy white hair – a big contrast to the raven black hair in which the Maia had donned throughout the First Age. He had altered it after Melkor was banished from Arda and trapped within the Void.
Scatha's black abysses for eyes darted to the side of the Maia's face when he stepped closer to the body. He knelt by her head and sniffed. "I could never forget this scent – she smells like Ancalagon's little runt." His nostrils flared.
"Well, what are the odds?" the white-haired Maia peevishly chuckled; his fire-ruby eyes glowing with delight. "Another being from this other world called 'Earth,' how fascinating! I do hope this one decides to be a good little girl rather than a loathsome pain . . ." His eyes darkened murderously at the thought of Kalasara. Her fault . . . She knew the future. If we had forced it out of her, we could have prevented Angband's fall. Melkor . . . Melkor would have still been here . . .
The elf-dragon rose with grace and procured a smirk of amusement. "Shall we take her with us?"
"No." Sauron's reply was instant. He strode to Scatha's other side, knelt by the elleth's head, and placed his bare hand over her forehead. "However, I shall very much love to provide these people with some entertainment of sorts. Once Daaria returns to us, we will leave these lands for the time being." A gentle red-golden glow emitted from the Maia's hand as he began chanting lowly.
The diabolical elf-dragon kept his smirk, and he scratched at his left cheek, just above a thin, wispy scar. "Very well, then."
A twig snapped and a great golden lioness with ice-blue eyes emerged from between two tall, ruffling bushes. "Two elves astride horses – the general and Fëanáro's grandson –"
"Ah, Daaria!" Scatha interrupted with an almost belittling smile. "You've played your role of obedient dog –"
"– They are only strolling through the forest," the newcomer continued calmly as though Scatha had not cut in with his rude greeting. "It is best that we leave now to prevent detection."
Scatha tsked, annoyed. He knew that his lord Maia would be able to take care of himself, and so he trailed after Daaria . . . And then a sardonic half-smile slowly played about his lips. "What about your daughter? Are you that willing to leave her in Mithlond surrounded by those people?"
The dragoness, in her secondary form of a lion, did not bother to gaze back at him, nor did she cease padding.
"Lord Sauron's willing to gift her with a second chance – I am surprised that you did not even bother to lure her into a secluded area and convince her –"
"That child already had her chance!" Daaria snapped coldly. "And I do not believe in second chances. She is not my daughter, not anymore; she is dead."
Scatha chuckled, clearly, he was beyond amused. "My, my . . ."
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Sauron stopped chanting and the glowing ceased. The early April wind howled for a moment, and the elleth procured a barely-audible moan . . . Yet she did not wake.
The fire-ruby-eyed Maia removed his hand and observed as a fire-golden eye the shape of an oval formed upon the centre of the young lady's forehead. Within that oval, was a narrow black slit of a pupil . . . And then it faded away, leaving the pale forehead bare.
Sauron released a sigh of satisfaction. His ears caught horses' hooves, the playful teasing of one ellon, and the irritated responses of the other one.
"Hm." Retaining a blank face, the Maia could feel himself shrinking tremendously. Once his raven transformation was complete, he procured a deep, throaty croak.
Lërynion's and Celebrimbor's stunned and curious facial expressions were the final things Sauron noticed before he took to the air.
I dearly hope you appreciate this game I have begun. A game stemmed from within her mind.
Fools.
I will break you all.
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*** After Note I – Tee Hee~ :3 Feel free to drop a review and let me know what you think~! :D So . . . Whenever I write a long chapter, I don't normally split it into two. I'm merely doing it for this chapter because a) I haven't updated in a while and I feel bad about that; and b) This first half of the chapter is completely done, whereas the second half is only a quarter done, and will require more focus and just the right writing . . . If that even makes sense. xD ***
*** After Note II – On Lossëa and Lërynion: Around three years ago, I was planning on writing a short Gil-Galad X OC story, titled Memoirs Of A Noldorin Queen; starring these twins as the main OCs. I decided not to do this for many reasons – the main two being that I was not 100% sure of where to go with it and that it is neither my style nor preference to write a story that only focuses on romance and other relationship-building. I need to have lots of other things in there, too~ o.o ***
*** After Note III – So, no Jura and Corulagon for this chapter and the previous one. You'll find out what they've been up to after the second part to this chapter; though to procure a hint, they've been adventuring around~ (*0*) And speaking of other dragons, Smaug and his dearest mother return in Part II, so things will be crazy. Tee hee~ ***
*** After Note IV – Aaaaaand, here are a few research notes explaining why I'm having Galadriel, Celeborn and Celebrimbor as, for now, living in Lindon (some of you most likely already know this info, so this is just for those who are unfamiliar): Eregion, near Moria, does not get founded/built until Second Age 750 – Galadriel and Celeborn rule Eregion from its' capital, Ost-in-Edhil, from that exact year to Second Age 1350. It is during SA 1350 that Galadriel and Celeborn (along with their young daughter Celebrían) go emigrate from those lands to Lothlórien; leading to Celebrimbor becoming Lord of Eregion. Prior Eregion's founding, Galadriel and Celeborn did, indeed, travel to Lindon first; ruling over a group of elves as a fiefdom under Gil-Galad. In regards to Celebrimbor, I haven't found solid information relating to where he was after the War of Wrath, but prior Eregion's founding. My head-canon tells me that he was also chillin' in Lindon (whilst also visiting the nearby Ered Luin, or Blue Mountains, from time to time considering that he did acquire a love and respect for Dwarven craftsmanship); and to be honest, I think it is a safe and realistic assumption to make~ (^–^) ***
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