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The next morning the castle was a beehive of activity. I left my room and walked down the corridors constantly dodging servants and guards who were running about everywhere to make sure the day was perfect and secure.

I eventually made my way out into the courtyard where a crowd was already gathered. I walked to the back near the steps to the lower level and watched as Gandalf ascended the steps in front of the massive doors to the palace. Aragorn soon followed after and knelt before the wizard who placed the crown of Gondor apon his head.

Cheers went up all across the courtyard my voice chiming in but saying different words, "Long live the king!" Other voices soon joined with mine, "Long live king Elessar!" but they stopped when Estel walked down the stairs. Everyone began to bow before him, and the elves placed their hands over their hearts in reverence.

As he made his way towards me the way back to my home was revealed to my mind. This is it. The time is here. It's time that I go home. My work here is done.

I smiled and called out to him, "Hey, Estel."

He looked up at me as I continued, "I have one last piece of advice for you before I leave. The past is history, the future is a mystery, and the present is a gift." I backed away from the stairs to the edge of the courtyard. I was now standing between the two stone slabs that stand on the sides of the cliff. "Goodbye my friend. I hope to see you again soon." I smiled through a tear that slipped down my cheek, "I didn't think I'd be saying this, but I'm gonna really miss you."

"Holly, what are you doing?" he frantically asked me as I slipped off the edge of the cliff, "Holly!"

I felt the rush of air as I plummeted downward then the impact of the ground like breaking through glass.

In darkness, I lay still for a moment before a quiet beeping came to my ears which gradually grew louder and louder by the second.

But there was another sound too. Could it be... crying? Yes, someone was crying next to me. I heard the sorrow filled voice beside me say something to another person around me, "How could this have happened?"

Mom?

"I don't know. But we need to be strong for her." the strong voice of my father cracked under the weight of his tears.

I struggled to open my eyes but was met with a blinding light and quickly shut them. A few moments later I tried again and eventually got them to adjust to the brightness of the room.

I looked around to my left and saw two figures hugging each other both crying tears of worry and sorrow. I recognized my mom's wavy-blond hair almost at once.

"Mom?" I managed to croak out.

They immediately broke apart and my mother rushed over to me with tear filled eyes, "Honey. You're awake! You're finally awake" She took hold of my hand and stroked my cheek, her green eyes were now crying in joy, "Everything is going to be ok now. Don't you worry."

Out of the corner of my eye I saw my father run out of the room and yell my brother's name down the hallway of the hospital. He quickly dashed back inside and to the other side of the bed to lean down and kiss my forehead, "Oh baby, you're awake."

I smiled, "Dad, I'm not a baby."

He managed to let out a tear filled laugh before a mess of red hair and fiery green eyes crashed into the room and right into dad. My stupid, wonderful brother. "Ryan." I grinned as he righted himself from the collision with dad.

"Holly! You're awake!" he exclaimed with a giant grin on his face.

"So I've been told!" I answered finally regaining my strength in wakefulness, "How long have I been asleep?"

"Three days." he quickly replied.

"Well, I can check that off my bucket list now." I laughed.

"Only you would make a joke like that, Holly." he replied the smile still on his face.

The days that followed were pretty uneventful. The doctors kept me in the hospital for two more days to make sure I was stable then let me go on the third morning with instructions not to do anything that might tear through the quadrillion stitches I had in my side. Basically, I was supposed to sit around at home and do nothing but watch tv until the stitches were removed.

A few days after my arrival back home I got incredibly bored so I invited Alison to come over to "entertain" me, for lack of a better word. She brought over her favorite set of movies called the Lord of the Rings. She had been trying to get me to watch them since forever and because I was at rock bottom with my boredness, I finally agreed.

In the first movie I immediately recognized the whole of the Fellowship. Alison soon fell asleep beside me during the movie and didn't stir when I put in the disk for the Two Towers. As I sat back and gazed at the cinematic movie I wondered how in the world could I have dreamed of these people when I didn't even know they existed?

Later on in the movie my jaw dropped to the ground at what I was seeing as the camera revealed my figure running across the battlefield in Rohan to dive off of the cliff after Estel. What followed after was exactly what I had dreamed. Me slapping his face, us traveling to Helm's Deep, my conversation with Eowyn, the blows that I took for Haldir were all there. Alison was still asleep against the armrest beside me as I put in the last movie. I watched until the battle before the black gates where I showed up again. I watched myself run down the hill and slice the trolls side wide open then winced as I remembered the pain his mace brought to my side. I stood but was knocked back by the blast from Mount Doom as the ring was destroyed. After Frodo and Sam were brought back, Estel immediately ran over to me and picked me up into his arms. I watched him carry me and set me on the ground to be swept up by one of the giant eagles and taken away with the two hobbits.

The next scene was of the coronation. I saw myself standing at the edge of the Citadel speaking my last words to Estel before I started to glow and vanish up into the sky.

The screen of the tv suddenly blackened then became filled with static. Alison woke up with a start to see the movie was no longer playing, "What happened?"

"I don't know. I think I saw myself before it went black." I explained in slight shock.

"You saw yourself?" she said while walking over to the tv to change the channel back to the movie, "Where?"

I looked at the screen. Everything was fine. The crowd didn't have shock written on their faces. Estel and Arwen were speaking to the Hobbits, not to me.

"Let me see the remote." I reached out to Alison and she obliged.

I rewound the movie, but I didn't see myself anywhere.

"Maybe, you just thought you saw something." she suggested.

I tossed down the remote and slouched back into the couch, "I don't know."

"Well, whatever you saw, I'm sure it was just a trick of the light. Anyway, I have to go now. I have classes early tomorrow and I don't want to be late." She then packed up her things and I walked her to the front door.

"See you later!" she called out to me as she jogged to her car.

I smiled and waved, "See yah." Then shut the door after she drove out of our driveway.

I walked back over to the couch and plopped down only to put my face into my hands, "What the frick?"

After a few moments I snorted a laugh, 'Maybe it was real.' I thought, 'Well in any case, I'm glad that it's over.' But something deep inside me wanted to return. Something crazy and insane but hopeful, wants me to go back, and now that I think about it; I agree.

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The end has finally come. I'd like to thank all of the wonderful people who have followed, favorited, and reviewed this story. I wouldn't have made it without you. My plans for this story in the future is to rewrite some of the chapters where I've noticed major plot holes, but it might be a while before that actually happens, and maybe have a sequel to this story if it works out.

Thanks again for all the wonderful support.

Sincerely,

REMdream