Cheyenne: Thank you very much. But please don't expect me to update so
quickly again. I always update the first 2-3 chapters quickly, so that I
have a start. After that, it slows down real fast. I'll try to do my best
though.
Alarielle: Gosh, you're gonna make me blush! *chuckles* But thanks.
Obi-Zahn Kenobi: Thank you very much for the help. I didn't really know about the aging. About a beta-reader: if someone would present himself or herself, then I would gladly take him/her on the offer, but I'm only writing 2, to my feeling, not very good stories. I'd rather not bother someone with my badly written chapters. Concerning the details and the filling in-I'll try. I can't promise you anything else. Like I said, I don't consider myself a good writer, but I do enjoy writing. I hope you'll enjoy reading my story.
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Chapter 3: Accepting your dead
Arwen walked in the garden, looking for Elladan and Elohir. She noticed how the flowers were bathing in the warmth of the sun, how the leaves of the trees were rustling in the wind. The sun was shining brightly today. She could not help but think that her sister, Little Dreamer, could not have chosen a better day to wake up from her slumber. She was overjoyed that she would soon be able to talk to her little sister. She smiled slightly at that prospect.
Her smile became bigger when she saw her brothers, Elohir and Elladan. Finally she had found them! She could hear their laughter as they bantered a bit.
"Elladan! Elohir!"
They both looked up when they heard Arwen calling out to them. They enthusiastically waved at her before braking into a run. Seconds later they were standing in front of Arwen, their eyes still full with mirth.
"What news, sister dear?" Elohir asked. Elladan mimicked him in a very comical way. Arwen did her best to stifle a giggle.
"Our little sister is no longer in her deep slumber!" Arwen said happily.
"Is it really true? Has she been named?" Elladan asked quite insistently.
"It is true! Father has named her Little Dreamer! But we can not see her now; she was grieved for some reason, and has fallen in a normal sleep." Arwen said that last part seriously.
"Grieved?" Elohir asked astonished. "Why was she grieved?"
Arwen pondered this for a moment. "I do not know. I am sure father will ask her and tell us if he sees it fit."
The twins frowned for a moment. Yet they realised that they couldn't bother their little sister now. Besides, father was with her.
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Catherine was slowly waking up again. She could feel that someone was holding her. Elrond was probably still holding her. Yet she found that she didn't mind. She was still afraid, because she didn't know anyone here. She didn't know this place. But now she was also getting angry, because she did not understand. She was angry at the driver for killing her.
And she was angry with herself.
She should have watched the road instead of the stars. She should have seen or heard the car coming. Yet she had not. Now she was stuck here, in a place she does not know, with people she had never met.
She shifted a bit in the bed, and decided to sit up when she could not find a comfortable position. She looked at the stranger and was a bit surprised when she found him looking back at her. Suddenly she fell awkward and cast her eyes down. She wanted to ask so many questions, but she didn't know where to begin.
"Who do you think I am? Your daughter?"
"Yes, you are my daughter." Elrond answered in the hope to find out what was wrong.
"Then why do I not remember you? Why do I remember a father and a mother? Why do I remember me having a whole life?" The anger was becoming apparent in her voice. "And what is the deal with those frigging ears? !"
Yep, she had lost her calm. She had just noticed that she too had those pointy ears. And it was freaking her out. Wouldn't you freak out if you suddenly noticed that you had pointy ears? Or that your /whole/ appearance had changed?
"I shall try to explain." Elrond said with his usual tranquillity. "After you were born, you fell into a deep slumber. Yesterday you woke for the first time in many decades. I do not know why you remember having another life. As for the ears, they are a common treat among the elves."
Catherine merely blinked her eyes. That was a lot to take in. Then she shrieked.
"Elves? ! Did you hit your head or something? Perhaps you fell on it when you were born! Elves don't exist!" She stopped a moment and took a deep breath. "Or do they?" She asked softly. "I just don't understand."
She sat up and looked Elrond squarely in the eye. "You got some questions for me? I mean, it's only fair after you answered mine."
Elrond nodded. He did have questions for her. Only one question he considered important now. "Yesterday you said that you had died?"
Catherine rolled her eyes. Of course the big. . .elf had heard her. Just her luck. How was she going to explain this. Would he believe her? She once again took a big breath and started her story. "To explain this, I also have to tell you my life. Bare with me, okay?" Elrond nodded his consent.
"From what /I/ know, I was born 17 years ago. I lived happily with my mother and father and I had a big brother, by the name of Thomas. I grew up in a loving environment. I made some friends along the way; but only two of them I'm really going to miss. Kari and Stephen were my best friends. I trusted them with everything. I trusted them with my body, my heart and my soul. A. . .few days ago, I went out with them. We went drinking a bit, but mind you, I wasn't drunk. I was walking home when a car hit me. I was seriously hurt, and I died because of my injuries. And then I wake up here, not knowing where I am or who you are. Does that answer your question?
Elrond slowly blinked once. "You were. . .hit by a car?"
"Yep."
"What is. . .a car?" Elrond asked bewildered.
"Oh you don't know!" Catherine exclaimed. "I'll enlighten you then. A car is made from metal and serves as a means to travel. Like a horse. You know horses, don't you?"
"Yes, I know horses."
Catherine released a breath. Now she could explain it the easy way. "Just think that a horse ran over me and injured me. Those injuries caused me to die. Do you understand now?"
"Yes, I understand now."
Catherine sat there a bit uneasy. It was all explained, but did he believe her? "You do believe me, don't you?" She asked softly.
Elrond looked at her, and saw something in her eyes that no other elf had; a touch of the Race of Man. His hand moved to touch his Little Dreamers' face. Her eyes closed, as to relish the warmth he gave her through his hand.
"I believe you, Little. . .Catherine."
Catherine allowed a small smile. "You can call me Little Dreamer. I like it and it actually suits me. You know, now that I've been around you for a while, I got this feeling of familiarity. Like I should know you. I guess it's because you're my father. It's going to take a while to get used to though."
Elrond smiled too. He was happy. "Perhaps you would like to meet your brothers and sister?"
Catherine turned on big eyes. "I have brothers and sisters? Bring them on!"
Elrond just smiled as he told his servant to get Elladan, Elohir and Arwen to meet their little sister.
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Alarielle: Gosh, you're gonna make me blush! *chuckles* But thanks.
Obi-Zahn Kenobi: Thank you very much for the help. I didn't really know about the aging. About a beta-reader: if someone would present himself or herself, then I would gladly take him/her on the offer, but I'm only writing 2, to my feeling, not very good stories. I'd rather not bother someone with my badly written chapters. Concerning the details and the filling in-I'll try. I can't promise you anything else. Like I said, I don't consider myself a good writer, but I do enjoy writing. I hope you'll enjoy reading my story.
ON TO MY FIC!
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It's all in the soul
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Chapter 3: Accepting your dead
Arwen walked in the garden, looking for Elladan and Elohir. She noticed how the flowers were bathing in the warmth of the sun, how the leaves of the trees were rustling in the wind. The sun was shining brightly today. She could not help but think that her sister, Little Dreamer, could not have chosen a better day to wake up from her slumber. She was overjoyed that she would soon be able to talk to her little sister. She smiled slightly at that prospect.
Her smile became bigger when she saw her brothers, Elohir and Elladan. Finally she had found them! She could hear their laughter as they bantered a bit.
"Elladan! Elohir!"
They both looked up when they heard Arwen calling out to them. They enthusiastically waved at her before braking into a run. Seconds later they were standing in front of Arwen, their eyes still full with mirth.
"What news, sister dear?" Elohir asked. Elladan mimicked him in a very comical way. Arwen did her best to stifle a giggle.
"Our little sister is no longer in her deep slumber!" Arwen said happily.
"Is it really true? Has she been named?" Elladan asked quite insistently.
"It is true! Father has named her Little Dreamer! But we can not see her now; she was grieved for some reason, and has fallen in a normal sleep." Arwen said that last part seriously.
"Grieved?" Elohir asked astonished. "Why was she grieved?"
Arwen pondered this for a moment. "I do not know. I am sure father will ask her and tell us if he sees it fit."
The twins frowned for a moment. Yet they realised that they couldn't bother their little sister now. Besides, father was with her.
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Catherine was slowly waking up again. She could feel that someone was holding her. Elrond was probably still holding her. Yet she found that she didn't mind. She was still afraid, because she didn't know anyone here. She didn't know this place. But now she was also getting angry, because she did not understand. She was angry at the driver for killing her.
And she was angry with herself.
She should have watched the road instead of the stars. She should have seen or heard the car coming. Yet she had not. Now she was stuck here, in a place she does not know, with people she had never met.
She shifted a bit in the bed, and decided to sit up when she could not find a comfortable position. She looked at the stranger and was a bit surprised when she found him looking back at her. Suddenly she fell awkward and cast her eyes down. She wanted to ask so many questions, but she didn't know where to begin.
"Who do you think I am? Your daughter?"
"Yes, you are my daughter." Elrond answered in the hope to find out what was wrong.
"Then why do I not remember you? Why do I remember a father and a mother? Why do I remember me having a whole life?" The anger was becoming apparent in her voice. "And what is the deal with those frigging ears? !"
Yep, she had lost her calm. She had just noticed that she too had those pointy ears. And it was freaking her out. Wouldn't you freak out if you suddenly noticed that you had pointy ears? Or that your /whole/ appearance had changed?
"I shall try to explain." Elrond said with his usual tranquillity. "After you were born, you fell into a deep slumber. Yesterday you woke for the first time in many decades. I do not know why you remember having another life. As for the ears, they are a common treat among the elves."
Catherine merely blinked her eyes. That was a lot to take in. Then she shrieked.
"Elves? ! Did you hit your head or something? Perhaps you fell on it when you were born! Elves don't exist!" She stopped a moment and took a deep breath. "Or do they?" She asked softly. "I just don't understand."
She sat up and looked Elrond squarely in the eye. "You got some questions for me? I mean, it's only fair after you answered mine."
Elrond nodded. He did have questions for her. Only one question he considered important now. "Yesterday you said that you had died?"
Catherine rolled her eyes. Of course the big. . .elf had heard her. Just her luck. How was she going to explain this. Would he believe her? She once again took a big breath and started her story. "To explain this, I also have to tell you my life. Bare with me, okay?" Elrond nodded his consent.
"From what /I/ know, I was born 17 years ago. I lived happily with my mother and father and I had a big brother, by the name of Thomas. I grew up in a loving environment. I made some friends along the way; but only two of them I'm really going to miss. Kari and Stephen were my best friends. I trusted them with everything. I trusted them with my body, my heart and my soul. A. . .few days ago, I went out with them. We went drinking a bit, but mind you, I wasn't drunk. I was walking home when a car hit me. I was seriously hurt, and I died because of my injuries. And then I wake up here, not knowing where I am or who you are. Does that answer your question?
Elrond slowly blinked once. "You were. . .hit by a car?"
"Yep."
"What is. . .a car?" Elrond asked bewildered.
"Oh you don't know!" Catherine exclaimed. "I'll enlighten you then. A car is made from metal and serves as a means to travel. Like a horse. You know horses, don't you?"
"Yes, I know horses."
Catherine released a breath. Now she could explain it the easy way. "Just think that a horse ran over me and injured me. Those injuries caused me to die. Do you understand now?"
"Yes, I understand now."
Catherine sat there a bit uneasy. It was all explained, but did he believe her? "You do believe me, don't you?" She asked softly.
Elrond looked at her, and saw something in her eyes that no other elf had; a touch of the Race of Man. His hand moved to touch his Little Dreamers' face. Her eyes closed, as to relish the warmth he gave her through his hand.
"I believe you, Little. . .Catherine."
Catherine allowed a small smile. "You can call me Little Dreamer. I like it and it actually suits me. You know, now that I've been around you for a while, I got this feeling of familiarity. Like I should know you. I guess it's because you're my father. It's going to take a while to get used to though."
Elrond smiled too. He was happy. "Perhaps you would like to meet your brothers and sister?"
Catherine turned on big eyes. "I have brothers and sisters? Bring them on!"
Elrond just smiled as he told his servant to get Elladan, Elohir and Arwen to meet their little sister.
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