She was in a dream. She knew it for a fact, but it was so real. She was young again, and creeping around in Lothlorien. She was grabbed from behind and began to giggle along with her mother, who began to tickle her. They collapsed into a heap of laughter, soon joined her father. Something flashed white, and she was older, but still laughing. This time she was at a table with her parents. They were eating and studying. Her father asked her a question, and she replied, in a different language, her dream self identified it as Quenya. Another question was asked, and this time the table was silent. She replied in orkish. More questions were asked all replied to in different languages, common, sindarien, various human languages, dwarfish, and even entish. When her dream self's knowledge of languages ran out, her parents clapped and hugged her smiling, the entire time. This time there was a blue flash, and she was standing with her parents, watching Galandriel work with her ring, Nenya. Two strode in, an elf and an Istari, one with a ring of power, and one without. Her dream self gasped, and tried to cover her eyes, to no avail. The image was pressed into her mind. She did not need to see more, she knew what happened next. A flash of red and there she was. Since she was watching and not there, it was not as bad. There it was, the elf passing the ring to the Istari. An arrow burrowed itself into a tree beside her, missing the elf by an inch. Jumping behind a tree, she saw her father do the same. Her mother however stood from the crouch she had held the entire time. She glowed with a light that was matched in the two rings present. The Istari used his staff and the entire glade lit up so entirely, that the orcs that were attacking looked worse than usual. Scrambling up a tree, she attempted to shoot from there. Though orcs fell, they continued to come, always heading for the rings, but never getting closer. A red light began to pulse, then exploded across the clearing. The orcs were pushed back, but not deterred at all, though burns showed on all of their faces. Now green light was slowly gathering, the color of the Air ring. It was thrown out around the ones who had the rings in their hands, who were working quickly to sort things out. The shield around the two elves and the Istari intensified, and then dissapered. Annundaeiel could still feel the magic from it though. As she continued to shoot, she realized the problem with her mother's plan, a scream shoot through the air, and everything seemed to stand still. Her mother fell to the ground, and her father, as he was running was shot down as well. Somehow Annundaeiel knew that if the orcs saw her, she would be killed as well, so she hid, and despratly hoped that no one thought to look up. They did not. Those with the rings, still enclosed in the sheild made quick work of the remaining orcs. They seemed in such small numbers now! When the last of them was gone, she closed her eyes, not daring to go down. Galandriel was the first to move, and went to the bottom of the tree conceling the elf. She held her arms out. Silently, she crawled down, still frightened. Darting around the older elf, she ran to kneel beside her mother, the only one still breathing. Fighting tears, she desperately tried to brush the hair out of her mother's quickly paling face.
'Annundaeiel.'
'Mother?'
'I'm sorry.'
'No mama, please, don't be, you taught me. Ill do it.'
'I know. Thankyou. Be good.'
'I will mama, go now, go join father, Ill be along in a long while.'
Her mother smiled, and closed her eyes. Annundaeiel sat down hard. She was only about 1,000 thought Galandriel. Already her life has been torn apart. Annundaeiel looked at her hand, a long gash stretched from the tip of her middle finger to the bottom of her palm, the product of an orc's arrow. Ignoring the blood, she wiped the tears from her eyes, and looked at her hand again. She was still in shock, her dream self and her real-dream self. In real life, she had never really cried until many years after their deaths, but in this dream, she sat down and began to sob beside their bodies.
She awoke slowly, this time in the night, and with more strength. Blinking tears from her eyes, she sat up. She looked down, the scar from the dream was still there, never changing, always reminding her of that day when Sauron failed to regain the rings for the last time. After the second time, he had sent orcs on a different mission, disguised as the same one. They had been ordered to slaughter the one known as the Keeper of the Rings, and all associated with her. Annundaeiel had barely escaped. Galandriel had taken her in, and protected her with Nenya, but after about 700 years, the memories became unbearable. She set off for Gondor, and settled there, but not for long. She was driven out after 80 years because she was a full-blooded elf amongst half bloods. She slowly had made her way to Rivendell, thinking it the next safe place. It was not, after 280 years she gave up trying to reason with the people of Rivendell. They were frightened of her name. She learned from her mistake though, and when she arrived at Mirkwood, she told only Thranduil. And now here she was.
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the numbers are rounded, oh yes and REVEIW!!! please please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Even if you have done so before, do so again!!!!!!!!!!!!
'Annundaeiel.'
'Mother?'
'I'm sorry.'
'No mama, please, don't be, you taught me. Ill do it.'
'I know. Thankyou. Be good.'
'I will mama, go now, go join father, Ill be along in a long while.'
Her mother smiled, and closed her eyes. Annundaeiel sat down hard. She was only about 1,000 thought Galandriel. Already her life has been torn apart. Annundaeiel looked at her hand, a long gash stretched from the tip of her middle finger to the bottom of her palm, the product of an orc's arrow. Ignoring the blood, she wiped the tears from her eyes, and looked at her hand again. She was still in shock, her dream self and her real-dream self. In real life, she had never really cried until many years after their deaths, but in this dream, she sat down and began to sob beside their bodies.
She awoke slowly, this time in the night, and with more strength. Blinking tears from her eyes, she sat up. She looked down, the scar from the dream was still there, never changing, always reminding her of that day when Sauron failed to regain the rings for the last time. After the second time, he had sent orcs on a different mission, disguised as the same one. They had been ordered to slaughter the one known as the Keeper of the Rings, and all associated with her. Annundaeiel had barely escaped. Galandriel had taken her in, and protected her with Nenya, but after about 700 years, the memories became unbearable. She set off for Gondor, and settled there, but not for long. She was driven out after 80 years because she was a full-blooded elf amongst half bloods. She slowly had made her way to Rivendell, thinking it the next safe place. It was not, after 280 years she gave up trying to reason with the people of Rivendell. They were frightened of her name. She learned from her mistake though, and when she arrived at Mirkwood, she told only Thranduil. And now here she was.
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O.o! I am VERY PROUD of this chapter... GO ME!!!!
the numbers are rounded, oh yes and REVEIW!!! please please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Even if you have done so before, do so again!!!!!!!!!!!!