Uhm… Long time no write? Eheh…

I'm terrible I know! Leaving everyone kind of hanging for…a year…or something… But–! I have the next few chapters ready and waiting for upload. The only thing is, if I begin to write this again, and, now that I've got the time, update regularly, is there anyone around who'd still read it?

I mean, you're all slightly older and have probably changed a little or a lot – depending – and perhaps aren't as partial to my insanity as you once were.

But maybe you still are. After all, Víra's still nagging at my ear for me to write her story. She's even been able to make me edit all the previous chapters and fix up the things that needed it.

I'd love to write for you all again – the question is, will you have me?

Please review with your thoughts. Or PM me. Something to let me know, if you will. A herd of rampaging pink polar bears if you think that would work best.

Aside from that, Víra would like to give you a little look at what you're in for regarding the next chapter…

.oOo.

To Be A Girl In Middle-Earth

Chapter (Well, more of a Filler than a Chapter) 36: The past and foreboding. Translation: 'Víra Rambles'.

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Víra here.

The walk back to Meduseld got me thinking. I'd made sure I'd run far enough so that I didn't so much as scratch the walls this time. Consequently, it was a longer walk.

Makes for a nice time for recap specials, methinks.

So.

Turns out, falling off cliffs at camping grounds is a bad idea. You probably knew that, but in my case, this particular fall somehow brought me between the worlds of Earth and Middle-Earth (still not quite sure why or how that happened), and then I chose a magic doorway and ended up in the Shire. I didn't even look like myself anymore, coming out of the whole thing with ears more pointy than they should've been, higher cheekbones and unblemished skin (score!) among other things.

I was pretty damn useless for a long while, and still probably am, although I've been told that I can cheer people up when they're feeling down – great ability, that is, and although it's mentally rewarding, it doesn't pay well.

Especially if you're shouting happy things at an Orc who really doesn't have anything else on his mind but to garrotte you and move on.

Nasty things, enemies.

Anyway, I got involved with Frodo and his party, before getting myself entangled in the entire plot for various reasons and ending up in Rivendell. There, I found out that might not be who I thought I was. Everyone kept telling me I was the Elda-hína, confusing the hell out of me. I discovered that I possessed some fancy powers and general strange attributes (like orb-summoning and technicolour eyes). Then there was that weird connection I seemed to have with the Ring…

I managed to elbow my way into the Fellowship, and learn some fighting techniques for my own and others' protection. That done, we made our way to Galadriel and her Mirror, sadly losing Gandalf along the way and making everybody terribly depressed. Even my sparkly cheering-up powers didn't help.

We got to her forest, rested there for a while, peeked into her Mirror and saw scary things…oh, and Elfy, who I'd been on bad terms with the entire while, helped me learn how to use a bow. He also revealed why he'd been so cold toward me, which led into the story of the Elda-hína – Elf-child – and the Moré-hína – Dark-child – and what I was doing in Middle-Earth.

It was pretty much a gigantic mess. But hey, story of my life.

…Which it was.

Basically, I'd been conceived as an Elf, infested with the Dark Lord's power before I was born, thereby killing my original mother and giving birth to a naked little demonic girl-thing of evil, who raged destruction on the people in Sauron's name for a while before being banished by the Three Elven Rings to another world, being reborn as a human, sealing my powers and hopefully keeping me out of their hair forever. Simple.

Look how well that worked.

I got myself a prophecy, which sounded ominous, but I've figured by now that if it's a prophecy then I'm going to fulfil it eventually without me doing anything about it, so why worry?

After leaving Galadriel behind, with even more questions then I'd had before, Merry, Pippin and I wound up being captured by a troupe of Uruk-hai – courtesy of the Wizard Saruman having his eyes on the Ring (got that bit wrong) and the girl with the shiny powers (got that right) – and I tried to 'go against my programming' and heal Boromir, failing miserably. Frodo and Sam parted ways with the three remaining members of the Fellowship. They, in turn, vowed to track us down and save us. I know all this because of awesome precognitive ability (not) and the fact that I can manage to transport myself through my dreams…somehow. Yeah, I'm not too sure how that works either.

Eventually, they found me alone – Merry and Pippin having gone off for an Ent-discovery party – and together we found the new Gandalf.

I also came to the shocking (albeit slightly delayed) realization that I'd fallen for Legolas. Something I'd definitely have to hide from him, given the inconvenience that such feelings are when an all-out war is about to begin. Being an impulsive individual, it's rather difficult, but I'm managing. There's no use in harbouring these feelings, because I'm probably just a child to him anyway, even though I was kind of betrothed to him in my former life. Besides, I'm not even of his race anymore. I'm not from anyone's race.

Third Human. Third Elf. Third Darkness. I'm the absolute definition of what's classified as unique.

Speaking of the Elf… I must remember to ask him about 'melda'…which is something he keeps calling me…

Together, we made it to Edoras, where we helped banish the slimy king's advisor from Meduseld, and Lady Éowyn revealed to me that I'd once terrorized the region as the Wildcat. Fun. I also blew up and fixed a wall, but that's a story for another day.

After Théodred's passing ceremony I tried to use my power to bring him back from the dead, which – even though it failed – nearly killed me due to major rules of equivalent trade.

I'd have to die for him to live.

'Create with the Gift of Death'…I'm not sure if that was what the prophecy was referring to when that was mentioned, but from where I stand, the gift of my death would definitely have been able to create something for Théodred. Théoden King is still sore about that, and I'm not sure what I'll have to do to get him to trust me again…not that he ever did really trust me. I don't really blame him – who goes around trusting every flame-eyed, loud-mouthed, magic-fetching-sword girl with dark lightning crackling everywhere?

Not me.

With the darkness inside me building up faster and to a greater mass of energy than ever before, I'm running around blasting things as a roundabout way of releasing pent-up energy. It's working…just. I guess I'm lucky.

So.

Hopefully I'll manage to stay alive long enough to see this through to the end. Helm's Deep is going to be a good turn-around in this up-until-now relatively hopeless story for my companions and maybe it'll get me to grow up a bit too.

…I haven't told anyone, but I'm scared. Scared stiff of these powers of mine. They're building up too much too quickly – I'm petrified that one day, I'll lose control…

The lightning, black as midnight, crackles up my arms, a constant reminder of my unstable existence.

But… where I'm headed, Gimli and Aragorn wait just inside the gates, waiting for my return.

As I look to my side, Legolas is there, reassuring me with his smile.

And ahead of me, I've got a world of people that I've got to do my best at saving.

First things first though.

Let's fix Éowyn's extra doorway.

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What's in store for the future? I'll give you some quotes which I've been allowed to divulge due to the awesome premonition skills I have been gifted with as authoress:

'What was I going on about again? Oh yes, internal organ marathon runners.'

'The giant-plumed-metal-headed-figure-on-a-horse-who-I-thought-might-be-Will dismounted with an ease that defied the weight of his helmet and strode over.'

'Ohh crap.'

'And all I had left him with was a dark gaze that would haunt his dreams forever.'

Well then, I look forward to hearing from you, if you would be so kind. Shall I upload the edited chapters from the start as well? Or shall I wait until the end?

It's all up to you, my dear readers!

LeD.