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Home Sweet Home
"I know this place," she realized quietly. She looked at them both, confused. "I've been here before.I've," she suddenly started to get very dizzy. She blinked and shook her head, but couldn't get rid of the feeling.
She looked down at her little bare feet as she swung them off the side of a small dock. Her hands were neatly folded in her lap, and she was humming something to herself. She couldn't have been more than two. All of a sudden, she heard a faint voice calling her name. She got up and went running towards the source of her name. An Elvish woman was standing there, with her arms spread. She was beautiful, with her long light brown hair, almost blonde, and her long green flowing robes. She smiled. "Mommy!" she cried as she ran into the woman's arms and hugged her tight. The woman laughed and kissed her on the forehead.
She opened her eyes. The nine of them were on some sort of pier high up in a tree. It was like a tree house. Frodo was sitting on one side, looking rather distressed. Boromir and Sam sat with him, while Legolas looked off to the forest. Aragorn was arguing with an Elf while Pippin and Merry were nervously watching the other Elves that surrounded them.
Aragorn was arguing with an Elf that almost resembled Legolas. They spoke Elvish, but now she could understand perfectly clearly what they were both saying.
"He cannot come here, he brings us great danger. The Ring bearer must leave the woods of Lothlorien at once!" the Elf said.
"No, you must let us stay. Lord Haldir, I beg you to help us. He will bring no harm to your people and no harm to the Lady of the Golden Wood," Aragorn said desperately.
But it was clear that they would not be allowed to go any further. Apparently there was a very strict rule about trespassers in Lothlorien. She slowly and quietly got to her feet, the Elves around her noticing. There was no way they could turn back now, not after they'd come this far.
The two of them were so deep in conversation they did not notice Laura until she put her hand on Haldir's shoulder and he spun around to face her. "Laura!" breathed Aragorn.
"Haldir, you must let us enter these woods. I am the princess of Lorien, and I request that you let my friends and I pass through," she said in Elvish. Legolas turned around when he heard her speak.
Haldir did not move, but searched her face carefully. He knew she was telling the truth. He lowered his gaze to where Frodo sat.
"You will follow me," he commanded.
The others did not question Laura. She didn't really know what was going on herself, only that she belonged here. These woods were a really big key to her past, and she felt in her heart that she could find here what she'd been looking for for so long.
They were led into a part called Caras Galadhon. Here, the trees were taller than most skyscrapers she'd seen. She looked around at the holy-looking scenery. The trees were even lit up! As they followed Haldir, her eyes fell upon a large white fountain. They were about to go up a staircase which wound around the tallest and biggest tree. It had lovely lights all over it, and she felt at ease climbing.
When all of them reached the top, there was one more staircase ahead of them. But they stopped. An Elf came down, shining so brightly that some of them had to shield their eyes. She had long, long blond hair and wore a silvery white crown. She wore a dress that Laura envied very much, one that was made of lace and all white. The Elf wore no shoes. She was right next to her husband, who again looked like Legolas or most Elves do. They both descended the staircase with grace.
Laura never even heard what was said to her, because she was all of a sudden able to remember her past. This was the Lady Galadriel and the Lord Celeborn, who ruled over Lothlorien. Their daughter, and her mother, was the Lady Celebrian, who had been Lord Elrond's wife. That was where it didn't make sense. She wasn't a full Elf, she was only half.
She had been thinking for along time, trying to figure this out. The rest were now descending the endless staircases because Galadriel had stopped talking to them. But she beckoned for Laura to follow her. So she did. Up that staircase was the entrance to the whitest, most delicately crafted, most wicked house she had ever seen. It was a house in tree! And it was huge.
She was led into one room where there was a fireplace in the corner. A fireplace, in a tree house! She didn't take in much detail, she was still trying to remember the dream about her mother she'd had not too long ago. Galadriel sat down with her, holding her hands.
She smiled. "Welcome my child, to the woods of Lothlorien. You should know them well, for this is your home."
She sighed. Ah, her home. At last she had made it home. She knew it, she had been here before. She'd been born here.
Galadriel continued. "And as this news may be a great relief to you, it may also be yet another burden for the Fellowship to carry."
Oh no. "How so?" she asked, full of curiosity.
"It is the tale of your mother, and a very sad tale indeed. She was my daughter, the fair Celebrian, and she was married to Lord Elrond. They had two sons and a daughter, your half sister Arwen whom you met with in Rivendell."
"Arwen?" she squeaked. She had siblings? Actual blood siblings? Oh my gosh, this was brilliant. But it still didn't explain her being half human. "And my being human?" she stammered.
"This is where the tale twists. And my dear, it is rarely talked about or known even within the realm of the Elves. For you were born from a terrible sin. Your father traveled here in happier times. He loved the Elves, loved the sights of Middle-Earth. But most of all, he fell madly in love with your mother. And as you very well know, a Jedi cannot love."
She nodded sadly. (Not that the rule meant anything to her personally, but it does explain a lot later in the story. Just keep remembering that.)
"And child, you know your mother would never give into something so immoral. This is why your father disguised himself as Lord Elrond, my daughter's beloved husband."
"Oh no," she murmured. She knew what happened. Her mother never knew, and it must've seemed real bad to those who didn't know what had happened. "So, when a few years passed and everyone found out that I was part human."
Home Sweet Home
"I know this place," she realized quietly. She looked at them both, confused. "I've been here before.I've," she suddenly started to get very dizzy. She blinked and shook her head, but couldn't get rid of the feeling.
She looked down at her little bare feet as she swung them off the side of a small dock. Her hands were neatly folded in her lap, and she was humming something to herself. She couldn't have been more than two. All of a sudden, she heard a faint voice calling her name. She got up and went running towards the source of her name. An Elvish woman was standing there, with her arms spread. She was beautiful, with her long light brown hair, almost blonde, and her long green flowing robes. She smiled. "Mommy!" she cried as she ran into the woman's arms and hugged her tight. The woman laughed and kissed her on the forehead.
She opened her eyes. The nine of them were on some sort of pier high up in a tree. It was like a tree house. Frodo was sitting on one side, looking rather distressed. Boromir and Sam sat with him, while Legolas looked off to the forest. Aragorn was arguing with an Elf while Pippin and Merry were nervously watching the other Elves that surrounded them.
Aragorn was arguing with an Elf that almost resembled Legolas. They spoke Elvish, but now she could understand perfectly clearly what they were both saying.
"He cannot come here, he brings us great danger. The Ring bearer must leave the woods of Lothlorien at once!" the Elf said.
"No, you must let us stay. Lord Haldir, I beg you to help us. He will bring no harm to your people and no harm to the Lady of the Golden Wood," Aragorn said desperately.
But it was clear that they would not be allowed to go any further. Apparently there was a very strict rule about trespassers in Lothlorien. She slowly and quietly got to her feet, the Elves around her noticing. There was no way they could turn back now, not after they'd come this far.
The two of them were so deep in conversation they did not notice Laura until she put her hand on Haldir's shoulder and he spun around to face her. "Laura!" breathed Aragorn.
"Haldir, you must let us enter these woods. I am the princess of Lorien, and I request that you let my friends and I pass through," she said in Elvish. Legolas turned around when he heard her speak.
Haldir did not move, but searched her face carefully. He knew she was telling the truth. He lowered his gaze to where Frodo sat.
"You will follow me," he commanded.
The others did not question Laura. She didn't really know what was going on herself, only that she belonged here. These woods were a really big key to her past, and she felt in her heart that she could find here what she'd been looking for for so long.
They were led into a part called Caras Galadhon. Here, the trees were taller than most skyscrapers she'd seen. She looked around at the holy-looking scenery. The trees were even lit up! As they followed Haldir, her eyes fell upon a large white fountain. They were about to go up a staircase which wound around the tallest and biggest tree. It had lovely lights all over it, and she felt at ease climbing.
When all of them reached the top, there was one more staircase ahead of them. But they stopped. An Elf came down, shining so brightly that some of them had to shield their eyes. She had long, long blond hair and wore a silvery white crown. She wore a dress that Laura envied very much, one that was made of lace and all white. The Elf wore no shoes. She was right next to her husband, who again looked like Legolas or most Elves do. They both descended the staircase with grace.
Laura never even heard what was said to her, because she was all of a sudden able to remember her past. This was the Lady Galadriel and the Lord Celeborn, who ruled over Lothlorien. Their daughter, and her mother, was the Lady Celebrian, who had been Lord Elrond's wife. That was where it didn't make sense. She wasn't a full Elf, she was only half.
She had been thinking for along time, trying to figure this out. The rest were now descending the endless staircases because Galadriel had stopped talking to them. But she beckoned for Laura to follow her. So she did. Up that staircase was the entrance to the whitest, most delicately crafted, most wicked house she had ever seen. It was a house in tree! And it was huge.
She was led into one room where there was a fireplace in the corner. A fireplace, in a tree house! She didn't take in much detail, she was still trying to remember the dream about her mother she'd had not too long ago. Galadriel sat down with her, holding her hands.
She smiled. "Welcome my child, to the woods of Lothlorien. You should know them well, for this is your home."
She sighed. Ah, her home. At last she had made it home. She knew it, she had been here before. She'd been born here.
Galadriel continued. "And as this news may be a great relief to you, it may also be yet another burden for the Fellowship to carry."
Oh no. "How so?" she asked, full of curiosity.
"It is the tale of your mother, and a very sad tale indeed. She was my daughter, the fair Celebrian, and she was married to Lord Elrond. They had two sons and a daughter, your half sister Arwen whom you met with in Rivendell."
"Arwen?" she squeaked. She had siblings? Actual blood siblings? Oh my gosh, this was brilliant. But it still didn't explain her being half human. "And my being human?" she stammered.
"This is where the tale twists. And my dear, it is rarely talked about or known even within the realm of the Elves. For you were born from a terrible sin. Your father traveled here in happier times. He loved the Elves, loved the sights of Middle-Earth. But most of all, he fell madly in love with your mother. And as you very well know, a Jedi cannot love."
She nodded sadly. (Not that the rule meant anything to her personally, but it does explain a lot later in the story. Just keep remembering that.)
"And child, you know your mother would never give into something so immoral. This is why your father disguised himself as Lord Elrond, my daughter's beloved husband."
"Oh no," she murmured. She knew what happened. Her mother never knew, and it must've seemed real bad to those who didn't know what had happened. "So, when a few years passed and everyone found out that I was part human."