It's all in the soul
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Chapter 2: Reality check
"But that can't be! My name is Catherine!"
She /really/ didn't understand this. Her name would be. . . she couldn't even pronounce it, but he had told her it meant little dreamer. She considered herself a calm person, but right now she wanted to yell and curse and most important: hit somebody. It was a good thing she rarely lost her temper, but she got irritated very quickly. She had to confess that the name suited her. After all, was she not a little dreamer? Still, this must be a sick joke. Did she not remember another life? The only thing she didn't remember was what happened to her before she woke up here.
She looked back at the man who said to be her father. She didn't quite believe him. How could she? She had a father and a mother, and they were the best parents she could wish for. She even had an annoying older brother who irritated her like hell. So he couldn't possibly be her father. She must be dreaming. That had to be it. And her subconscious was giving her a hint with naming her Little Dreamer in whatever language it was.
"Yep, I'm dreaming, that must be it." She muttered to herself.
What she didn't realise was that the man could hear her, even if she had whispered it under her breath.
"I am afraid that you are not dreaming, Little Dreamer." Said the man she didn't know.
"My name is Catherine." She told him absently. Reality was starting to sink in. This was /not/ a dream. If only she could remember what happened to her before she had woken up here! A sharp intake of breath was suddenly heard.
She remembered.
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He was shocked when he heard her shout that her name was. . .Catherine. It was such an unusual name. In fact, he had never heard of such a name before. She claimed to be named Catherine? He seriously hoped that it was a silly joke, but he had this sinking feeling in his stomach that told him it was not. He schooled his features carefully so that no emotion could be read from them. He saw how she was first lost in thought, and then looked back at him. Then he heard her mutter something.
"Yep, I'm dreaming, that must be it."
Elrond knew instinctively that she had not meant for him to hear. But he had heard. She obvious did not believe him. Is it considered harsh to make someone face reality? Perhaps. . .but he had to.
"I am afraid that you are not dreaming, Little Dreamer." He answered her unspoken question. Better be faced with reality now, then allow her to live in dreams and fantasies.
"My name is Catherine." She told him absently.
How could he have forgotten? In truth, he hadn't forgotten. He had hoped that she with snap out of whatever illusion she was having. But he wasn't sure that it was an illusion. Perhaps her deep slumber had affected her way of thinking. That could be it. Or perhaps he could not handle the thought that his daughter did not recognise him or the language that was of the elves.
A sharp intake of breath was suddenly heard.
Elrond quickly looked at her to see if she was alright. Her expression was blank for a few moments. Suddenly she seemed to snap back from her thoughts or her memories. Tears were forming in her eyes, he could see it. She was clearly upset by something.
"What upsets you?" He asked gently. He wouldn't want her to get even more upset.
She looked away and mumbled something. He was not sure he had heard her right. He prayed to the Valar he hadn't heard her right.
His Little Dreamer couldn't have died, could she?
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"What upsets you?" The man -her father- had asked.
If she wouldn't have felt so terrible, then she would have laughed. What in the hell could have upset her!
"Perhaps the fact that I died!" She had said it so silently. Only to herself, so she could hear the words. So she could believe it herself. Tears were forming, and they slowly fell from her icy bleu eyes like tiny crystals. Yet she made no sound. She did not move. She silently cried.
She had died. Then why was she here?
Why did she remember her death?
Why could she remember the pain?
Why could she remember the terror and the hopelessness?
WHY DID SHE REMEMBER DYING? !
She could no longer control herself. She cried hysterically. She could feel the man -Elrond, her father- embrace her. She could hear him whisper soothing words in the flowing language she did not know. She could feel how he was heart-broken to see her like this. Did he believe he had failed her? How could he have failed her if she didn't even know him?
She didn't know him, but she was glad that he held her. That he tried to comfort her, even when her grieve was too much. After a while her tears slowed down, and her exhaustion coaxed her in an uneasy slumber.
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Elrond held her in his arms, whispering soothing words in Elfish. What had happened to his Little Dreamer for her to cry like this? Had he heard her right? It did not matter for now. He would ask her later, when she had calmed down. Had he done something wrong when he was teaching her or talking to her when she was in her slumber? Had he unwillingly been the cause for her grieve? He did not know, but he hoped not. He watched her fall asleep, but he still held her. He did not wish to let go of her.
"Ada?"
A voice penetrated his thoughts. It was Arwen. Arwen saw his pain-stricken face.
"What happened, Ada? Has she awoken?"
"She was awake, but grieve was upon her and she has exhausted herself. She is sleeping now."
"What is her name?"
"She will be called Little Dreamer."
Arwen knew that her father was not telling her something. She desperately wanted to know what her father was hiding from her.
"What are you not telling me?" She asked. She looked in her fathers' eyes, waiting for an answer.
Elrond knew that it would be a matter of time before she found out, so he decided to tell her now.
"She did not recognise me and insisted that her name is Catherine. I know nothing else for sure."
Arwen nodded thoughtfully. She left the room to find Elladan and Elohir to tell them that their sister was out of her deep slumber, and now in a normal sleep.
She had not noticed that her sister slept with her eyes closed.
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Chapter 2: Reality check
"But that can't be! My name is Catherine!"
She /really/ didn't understand this. Her name would be. . . she couldn't even pronounce it, but he had told her it meant little dreamer. She considered herself a calm person, but right now she wanted to yell and curse and most important: hit somebody. It was a good thing she rarely lost her temper, but she got irritated very quickly. She had to confess that the name suited her. After all, was she not a little dreamer? Still, this must be a sick joke. Did she not remember another life? The only thing she didn't remember was what happened to her before she woke up here.
She looked back at the man who said to be her father. She didn't quite believe him. How could she? She had a father and a mother, and they were the best parents she could wish for. She even had an annoying older brother who irritated her like hell. So he couldn't possibly be her father. She must be dreaming. That had to be it. And her subconscious was giving her a hint with naming her Little Dreamer in whatever language it was.
"Yep, I'm dreaming, that must be it." She muttered to herself.
What she didn't realise was that the man could hear her, even if she had whispered it under her breath.
"I am afraid that you are not dreaming, Little Dreamer." Said the man she didn't know.
"My name is Catherine." She told him absently. Reality was starting to sink in. This was /not/ a dream. If only she could remember what happened to her before she had woken up here! A sharp intake of breath was suddenly heard.
She remembered.
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He was shocked when he heard her shout that her name was. . .Catherine. It was such an unusual name. In fact, he had never heard of such a name before. She claimed to be named Catherine? He seriously hoped that it was a silly joke, but he had this sinking feeling in his stomach that told him it was not. He schooled his features carefully so that no emotion could be read from them. He saw how she was first lost in thought, and then looked back at him. Then he heard her mutter something.
"Yep, I'm dreaming, that must be it."
Elrond knew instinctively that she had not meant for him to hear. But he had heard. She obvious did not believe him. Is it considered harsh to make someone face reality? Perhaps. . .but he had to.
"I am afraid that you are not dreaming, Little Dreamer." He answered her unspoken question. Better be faced with reality now, then allow her to live in dreams and fantasies.
"My name is Catherine." She told him absently.
How could he have forgotten? In truth, he hadn't forgotten. He had hoped that she with snap out of whatever illusion she was having. But he wasn't sure that it was an illusion. Perhaps her deep slumber had affected her way of thinking. That could be it. Or perhaps he could not handle the thought that his daughter did not recognise him or the language that was of the elves.
A sharp intake of breath was suddenly heard.
Elrond quickly looked at her to see if she was alright. Her expression was blank for a few moments. Suddenly she seemed to snap back from her thoughts or her memories. Tears were forming in her eyes, he could see it. She was clearly upset by something.
"What upsets you?" He asked gently. He wouldn't want her to get even more upset.
She looked away and mumbled something. He was not sure he had heard her right. He prayed to the Valar he hadn't heard her right.
His Little Dreamer couldn't have died, could she?
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"What upsets you?" The man -her father- had asked.
If she wouldn't have felt so terrible, then she would have laughed. What in the hell could have upset her!
"Perhaps the fact that I died!" She had said it so silently. Only to herself, so she could hear the words. So she could believe it herself. Tears were forming, and they slowly fell from her icy bleu eyes like tiny crystals. Yet she made no sound. She did not move. She silently cried.
She had died. Then why was she here?
Why did she remember her death?
Why could she remember the pain?
Why could she remember the terror and the hopelessness?
WHY DID SHE REMEMBER DYING? !
She could no longer control herself. She cried hysterically. She could feel the man -Elrond, her father- embrace her. She could hear him whisper soothing words in the flowing language she did not know. She could feel how he was heart-broken to see her like this. Did he believe he had failed her? How could he have failed her if she didn't even know him?
She didn't know him, but she was glad that he held her. That he tried to comfort her, even when her grieve was too much. After a while her tears slowed down, and her exhaustion coaxed her in an uneasy slumber.
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Elrond held her in his arms, whispering soothing words in Elfish. What had happened to his Little Dreamer for her to cry like this? Had he heard her right? It did not matter for now. He would ask her later, when she had calmed down. Had he done something wrong when he was teaching her or talking to her when she was in her slumber? Had he unwillingly been the cause for her grieve? He did not know, but he hoped not. He watched her fall asleep, but he still held her. He did not wish to let go of her.
"Ada?"
A voice penetrated his thoughts. It was Arwen. Arwen saw his pain-stricken face.
"What happened, Ada? Has she awoken?"
"She was awake, but grieve was upon her and she has exhausted herself. She is sleeping now."
"What is her name?"
"She will be called Little Dreamer."
Arwen knew that her father was not telling her something. She desperately wanted to know what her father was hiding from her.
"What are you not telling me?" She asked. She looked in her fathers' eyes, waiting for an answer.
Elrond knew that it would be a matter of time before she found out, so he decided to tell her now.
"She did not recognise me and insisted that her name is Catherine. I know nothing else for sure."
Arwen nodded thoughtfully. She left the room to find Elladan and Elohir to tell them that their sister was out of her deep slumber, and now in a normal sleep.
She had not noticed that her sister slept with her eyes closed.
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