of Silver Dreams and Golden Shadows
TEN:- Sorrow Turned Silver
(Author: Alasia)
Reighn and Boromir spent the next three days
together. Reighn wanted to make it last as long as possible, for she knew
that she had to go back to her own time. Back to the time of jeans and
t-shirts. Of cars and heavy metal. And she did not want to. She wanted
to stay here in this place, with Boromir forever. But she knew that if
she did not, that the Shadows of Challan would succed in destroying her
race, and that the world would fall into darkness forever.
Though these thoughts plauged her mind, she did
not let them take her away from the present. The entire fellowship, Arwen
and Elrond sat in the council room, awaiting an answer from the sorceress.
She stared at them all, not able to answer the question of whether or not
Sauron was still alive. He should be dead, a blast of that magnitude would
have blown up L.A. She sighed, "I am sure he is. A blast the size of the
one I threw at him would have leveled Minas Tirith from far away. I did
this at point blank range."
"Then you will be leaving," Legolas questioned.
"Yes," Reighn said, sqeezing Boromir's hand, "I have no choice. There
is still a war to rage in my own time. I cannot and I will not let Challan
destroy my people."
"Who?"
She looked up and locked gazes with Arwen, "Challan is a evil sorceress
as dark, if not darker, than Sauron. She is of Celtic heratige, but has
turned to the side of evil, and because of this the Power has left her.
But you cannot quiet and already trained wizard. She has gained control
of the shadows - like the one that attacked you when I arrived - and is
traveling the world systemattically eliminating the Celts. We are the only
ones on the face of the planet that still know that magic exists. I must
go and help them fight."
"You will stay for the wedding," Jairah asked softly.
Reighn looked at the ground, "Yes, but not for much longer after that.
I must get home, if I do not, then there will be nothing left when I do."
Throughout all of this Boromir had remained silent,
thinking. When he did speak, no one was expecting what he said, "I will
go with Reighn... I no longer belong in this world, I am dead to everyone,
including all of you even though I sit here before you..."
Silence.
No one knew what to say to this, so it was answered with a nod and
the group broke up, praying for something to happen to ease the tension
that now filled the air of Rivendell.
The wedding day dawned clear and bright, the sun
streamed into the chapel from high windows, creating streams of light that
poured into the room. Gossamer and ribbon decorated the room. White lillies
and star flowers sprinkled through the room, making it so much more cheerful.
The Fellowship sat, waiting for the ceremony to begin. Reighn had been
asked to give the cerimony a Celtic blessing at the last moment by Jairah
- which had shocked the sorceress to no end. So now, she stood near Gandalf
in the white cerimonial garb of the Celts with a bright red ribbon in one
hand. Legolas stood nearby, an incomprehendable expression on his face.
When Jairah entered the room, she was glowing. The
room brightened immediately, and everything stood still for the two elves.
She wore the traditional white, and looked stunning in it. She walked toward
them, taking Legolas' arm halfway down the aisle and continuing the walk
with her lover. They reached the top of the steps and Reighn stepped
forward. The pair faced each other and she wrapped the ribbon around their
hands. She spoke first in Celtic that none of them understood, the words
flowing around them like liquid silver. She made no move to translate,
but sprinkled some blessed water over thier joined hands, said something
else and stepped away.
Gandalf replaced her in front of the two elves shortly
after and the cerimony continued on as planned, the red silk around their
hands creating the only splash of colour in the vision of white and silver.
Reighn and Boromir stayed that night, spending that night saying goodbye to those they wished to. The next morning was silent as Reighn created the silver-green portal that would return them to her world - their world. Hugs were passed around silently, and tears were shed, before they stepped through the portal. The Fellowship blinked as it flashed shut, making it seem as if Reighn and Boromir had never been there. Silence reigned supreme for long moments before the Fellowship turned their backs on the archway, returning to the lives they had always known.
~ * Finis * ~
