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A/N: AAAAAAH!! *Bounces up and down the room with excitement* I got 102 reviews!! Ha Cebera, I have more than you!! *Sticks out her tongue* Aaaah, this is so exciting! Wow!! Yeah. Breathe.
And aaah!! I found a Dominic Monaghan fic! It's called "As Dreams Go By", by FictionHobbit.
And I know you all love me so much, the Queen of Suspense, but what is up with the bowing?!
Sorry about the suspense, I bet that you all want me to shut up now. *nods head* Okay, I will.
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"She isn't dead. No one could kill her – she was already dead in the first place."
There was silence after Galadriel spoke. The hobbits and the elf looked uncertain about what to do, whether to believe her or not.
"Step aside," said Galadriel softly. The hobbits rose, but Legolas remained kneeling beside the fallen angel.
"Why is she not breathing then?" he asked.
"The potion in the chalice which she drunk will change her into an elf. She is unconscious now, but when she wakes you will see a change. Now come Legolas, carry her and follow me."
Legolas did as he was told.
"Where are you taking her?" asked Merry.
"Somewhere where she can rest in peace," said Galadriel, before turning away. Legolas followed her. Uncertain of what to do, the hobbits followed too, but not before Pippin had inspected the broken chalice and cut his finger.
Galadriel climbed up an elegant staircase, woven around the trunk of a tree. At the top was a bower, with a large white bed nestled comfortably in between vines and flowers.
Legolas lay Casey down on this bed. The angel looked so small, so fragile on the large bed.
"When will she wake up?" asked Merry in a timid voice.
"Not for a while yet," replied Galadriel.
"Can we stay with her?" asked Pippin. Galadriel shook her head, and ushered them down the stairs. She turned, and sat on the edge of the bed. Galadriel tucked Casey into the bed, with the air of an experienced mother. Lovingly, she stroked Casey's hair and kissed her forehead.
"You poor child," she murmured, still stroking her hair. With a heavy sigh, Galadriel stood up, re-arranged the covers and turned to go.
Casey's eyes fluttered open. What time was it? Wearily, she rubbed her eyes before opening them fully. It was dark. What had happened? She sat upright with a jolt. Then, Casey remembered. With a trembling hand, she reached to touch her ears. Sure enough, there was a sharp point to them, meaning only one thing – she was an elf.
Casey descended down the stairs carefully, trying not to trip over her dress. When she reached the foot, she discovered that the woods were silent and still, the elves had gone to sleep. But she didn't feel like sleeping, having just slept the day away. She wandered to the edge of the river and sat there, listening to the gentle trickling. She sighed.
After a few moments, she sensed someone standing behind her, watching her. She turned around slowly. Her eyes focused on a tree some feet away from her.
"Hello Frodo," she said softly.
The hobbit emerged from his hiding place.
Casey patted a vacant space beside her. "Come, sit."
Frodo obediently sat down beside her and crossed his legs. He stared out beyond the river.
"What are you thinking about?" Casey asked at last, turning to look at him.
"I'm thinking about the quest to Mordor," replied Frodo, keep his gaze forward and not looking at her.
"Are you frightened?"
"Yes. I know I must do it, but… I don't know how. Now that Gandalf has gone…"
There was a brief silence, as Frodo thought about the old wizard.
"Are you coming with me?" he asked.
"To Mordor?"
"To Mordor."
"Yes. Yes, I think so," said Casey, rocking on her heels.
"I thought that Galadriel didn't want you to go?" asked Frodo, inspecting his toes.
"Never mind what she says – I'm coming with you anyway."
Frodo smiled and looked at Casey.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
It was Legolas who found them the next morning.
Casey was lying spread out on the grass, her dress damp from the morning dew. Frodo's head was nestled on her shoulder, lying facedown with a protective arm across Casey's stomach.
He smiled to himself.
A/N: AAAAAAH!! *Bounces up and down the room with excitement* I got 102 reviews!! Ha Cebera, I have more than you!! *Sticks out her tongue* Aaaah, this is so exciting! Wow!! Yeah. Breathe.
And aaah!! I found a Dominic Monaghan fic! It's called "As Dreams Go By", by FictionHobbit.
And I know you all love me so much, the Queen of Suspense, but what is up with the bowing?!
Sorry about the suspense, I bet that you all want me to shut up now. *nods head* Okay, I will.
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"She isn't dead. No one could kill her – she was already dead in the first place."
There was silence after Galadriel spoke. The hobbits and the elf looked uncertain about what to do, whether to believe her or not.
"Step aside," said Galadriel softly. The hobbits rose, but Legolas remained kneeling beside the fallen angel.
"Why is she not breathing then?" he asked.
"The potion in the chalice which she drunk will change her into an elf. She is unconscious now, but when she wakes you will see a change. Now come Legolas, carry her and follow me."
Legolas did as he was told.
"Where are you taking her?" asked Merry.
"Somewhere where she can rest in peace," said Galadriel, before turning away. Legolas followed her. Uncertain of what to do, the hobbits followed too, but not before Pippin had inspected the broken chalice and cut his finger.
Galadriel climbed up an elegant staircase, woven around the trunk of a tree. At the top was a bower, with a large white bed nestled comfortably in between vines and flowers.
Legolas lay Casey down on this bed. The angel looked so small, so fragile on the large bed.
"When will she wake up?" asked Merry in a timid voice.
"Not for a while yet," replied Galadriel.
"Can we stay with her?" asked Pippin. Galadriel shook her head, and ushered them down the stairs. She turned, and sat on the edge of the bed. Galadriel tucked Casey into the bed, with the air of an experienced mother. Lovingly, she stroked Casey's hair and kissed her forehead.
"You poor child," she murmured, still stroking her hair. With a heavy sigh, Galadriel stood up, re-arranged the covers and turned to go.
Casey's eyes fluttered open. What time was it? Wearily, she rubbed her eyes before opening them fully. It was dark. What had happened? She sat upright with a jolt. Then, Casey remembered. With a trembling hand, she reached to touch her ears. Sure enough, there was a sharp point to them, meaning only one thing – she was an elf.
Casey descended down the stairs carefully, trying not to trip over her dress. When she reached the foot, she discovered that the woods were silent and still, the elves had gone to sleep. But she didn't feel like sleeping, having just slept the day away. She wandered to the edge of the river and sat there, listening to the gentle trickling. She sighed.
After a few moments, she sensed someone standing behind her, watching her. She turned around slowly. Her eyes focused on a tree some feet away from her.
"Hello Frodo," she said softly.
The hobbit emerged from his hiding place.
Casey patted a vacant space beside her. "Come, sit."
Frodo obediently sat down beside her and crossed his legs. He stared out beyond the river.
"What are you thinking about?" Casey asked at last, turning to look at him.
"I'm thinking about the quest to Mordor," replied Frodo, keep his gaze forward and not looking at her.
"Are you frightened?"
"Yes. I know I must do it, but… I don't know how. Now that Gandalf has gone…"
There was a brief silence, as Frodo thought about the old wizard.
"Are you coming with me?" he asked.
"To Mordor?"
"To Mordor."
"Yes. Yes, I think so," said Casey, rocking on her heels.
"I thought that Galadriel didn't want you to go?" asked Frodo, inspecting his toes.
"Never mind what she says – I'm coming with you anyway."
Frodo smiled and looked at Casey.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
It was Legolas who found them the next morning.
Casey was lying spread out on the grass, her dress damp from the morning dew. Frodo's head was nestled on her shoulder, lying facedown with a protective arm across Casey's stomach.
He smiled to himself.