~*~*~ A/N: I regret to announce that this is the END. I'm going now. Goodbye. ^.^ Just kidding. There will probably be a sequel. But this is the last chapter of this story. *~*~*~
With a gasp, Nicole wrapped her hands around her golden locket. She opened her palm, looking down at it in shock. It was open.
With a cry, Nicole quickly sputtered out the words, and, much to the anguish of the orcs that surrounded her, vanished from Middle-Earth in an explosion of bright light.
Nicole thudded back onto her apartment floor, eyes wide with confusion. She stood up, glancing around.
"No," she murmured softly, seeing all of her things gone. "No."
She rushed out the door, flying down the stairs. She ran to the closest pay phone, lifting the telephone and placing it against her ear.
"Operator? Could you tell me today's date, please?"
"Today is June the twenty-fourth."
"The year?"
The operator paused a moment. "It is 2005, miss."
Nicole dropped the telephone, still hearing the operator's voice in her head. 2005.. 2005.. how had it been three years? Three years? Merely months had passed in Lothlorien.
"Oh, god, what will my mother think?!" She picked up the phone again. "I need to make a collect call."
The line rang and rang, until finally a man picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hello?" responded Nicole, raising her eyebrows. "Is this the residence of Linda Martin?"
The man paused. "It was."
"Was? Where is she?"
"Who is this?" he responded, sounding slightly angry.
"This is Nicole Martin, her daughter. Who are you? Where is my mother?"
"Nicole?!" the man exclaimed, obviously surprised. "Nicole disappeared three years ago."
"Where is my mother?" Nicole repeated, pleadingly.
"Linda Martin passed away last year," said the man sadly, and Nicole's eyes grew wide. "Many say it was from a broken heart - after Nicole disappeared, she had no reason to live."
Nicole dropped the telephone once more, falling beside the telephone booth, overcome with tears.
She could hear the man's voice continuing to speak.
"Huh?" she picked up the telephone again, drawing it down to her ear. "What?"
"Is this truly Nicole?"
"Yes," Nicole said, wiping away a tear.
"Where are you?"
"Outside my apartment.. my old apartment.. at a phone booth."
"Stay there," the man said, and then she heard a click as the telephone was hung up.
Galadriel looked to Celeborn sadly, taking his hand in hers. Before them, Narithilion spoke of the attack on the party that had accompanied Nicole.
"Nicole has not been found," Narithilion said, his head bowed. "But our huntsmen found this near the bodies of Barilion and Githrod." He raised his hand, and opened it.
Galadriel took in a breath, placing her hand against his, taking the object from him. Celeborn turned to her.
"What is it, dear Galadriel?"
She lifted her hand, dangling the locket from her fingers.
"Nicole has gone home."
~~ 6 Months, 1 week, and 5 days later ~~
Nicole awoke in the middle of the night, hand immediately resting upon her enlarged stomache.
"It's time," she breathed, calling out to Gregory, her cousin, whom had been staying in her mother's house with her.
He drove her to the hospital, carefully but quickly, and she was quickly taken in.
Several hours later, Nicole was asleep with wear; for the labor had been long and hard, but the contractions had seemed to stop for twenty or so minutes.
Nicole turned slightly in her sleep, as a deep voice filled her mind.
"Do you wish your child to be man or elf?"
She tossed, unable to answer.
"It is your place to decide, for you are the child's mother. Do you wish him to be a man, or an elf?"
Finally, she opened her eyes.
"Man!"
The doctors glanced up, as the contractions once more started.
Roughly an hour later, she held in her arms a human baby boy, with dark hair and eyes, fair of complexion.
"What will you name him?" asked the nurse, as she took him to be weighed and such.
Nicole thought for a moment. "I will name him Joshua."
The nurse nodded, writing the name upon the card. "Joshua Martin, then," she said, carrying the baby away.
Nicole sighed softly, her eyes closing.
She only thought of Haldir.
~*~*~* A/N: The end. Yea. Well, I'll prolly write a sequel. Please review! *~*~*~
With a gasp, Nicole wrapped her hands around her golden locket. She opened her palm, looking down at it in shock. It was open.
With a cry, Nicole quickly sputtered out the words, and, much to the anguish of the orcs that surrounded her, vanished from Middle-Earth in an explosion of bright light.
Nicole thudded back onto her apartment floor, eyes wide with confusion. She stood up, glancing around.
"No," she murmured softly, seeing all of her things gone. "No."
She rushed out the door, flying down the stairs. She ran to the closest pay phone, lifting the telephone and placing it against her ear.
"Operator? Could you tell me today's date, please?"
"Today is June the twenty-fourth."
"The year?"
The operator paused a moment. "It is 2005, miss."
Nicole dropped the telephone, still hearing the operator's voice in her head. 2005.. 2005.. how had it been three years? Three years? Merely months had passed in Lothlorien.
"Oh, god, what will my mother think?!" She picked up the phone again. "I need to make a collect call."
The line rang and rang, until finally a man picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hello?" responded Nicole, raising her eyebrows. "Is this the residence of Linda Martin?"
The man paused. "It was."
"Was? Where is she?"
"Who is this?" he responded, sounding slightly angry.
"This is Nicole Martin, her daughter. Who are you? Where is my mother?"
"Nicole?!" the man exclaimed, obviously surprised. "Nicole disappeared three years ago."
"Where is my mother?" Nicole repeated, pleadingly.
"Linda Martin passed away last year," said the man sadly, and Nicole's eyes grew wide. "Many say it was from a broken heart - after Nicole disappeared, she had no reason to live."
Nicole dropped the telephone once more, falling beside the telephone booth, overcome with tears.
She could hear the man's voice continuing to speak.
"Huh?" she picked up the telephone again, drawing it down to her ear. "What?"
"Is this truly Nicole?"
"Yes," Nicole said, wiping away a tear.
"Where are you?"
"Outside my apartment.. my old apartment.. at a phone booth."
"Stay there," the man said, and then she heard a click as the telephone was hung up.
Galadriel looked to Celeborn sadly, taking his hand in hers. Before them, Narithilion spoke of the attack on the party that had accompanied Nicole.
"Nicole has not been found," Narithilion said, his head bowed. "But our huntsmen found this near the bodies of Barilion and Githrod." He raised his hand, and opened it.
Galadriel took in a breath, placing her hand against his, taking the object from him. Celeborn turned to her.
"What is it, dear Galadriel?"
She lifted her hand, dangling the locket from her fingers.
"Nicole has gone home."
~~ 6 Months, 1 week, and 5 days later ~~
Nicole awoke in the middle of the night, hand immediately resting upon her enlarged stomache.
"It's time," she breathed, calling out to Gregory, her cousin, whom had been staying in her mother's house with her.
He drove her to the hospital, carefully but quickly, and she was quickly taken in.
Several hours later, Nicole was asleep with wear; for the labor had been long and hard, but the contractions had seemed to stop for twenty or so minutes.
Nicole turned slightly in her sleep, as a deep voice filled her mind.
"Do you wish your child to be man or elf?"
She tossed, unable to answer.
"It is your place to decide, for you are the child's mother. Do you wish him to be a man, or an elf?"
Finally, she opened her eyes.
"Man!"
The doctors glanced up, as the contractions once more started.
Roughly an hour later, she held in her arms a human baby boy, with dark hair and eyes, fair of complexion.
"What will you name him?" asked the nurse, as she took him to be weighed and such.
Nicole thought for a moment. "I will name him Joshua."
The nurse nodded, writing the name upon the card. "Joshua Martin, then," she said, carrying the baby away.
Nicole sighed softly, her eyes closing.
She only thought of Haldir.
~*~*~* A/N: The end. Yea. Well, I'll prolly write a sequel. Please review! *~*~*~