~Bird songs~

by Ola

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A/N~ starbrat- thanks. The elf isn't quoting Celine Dion. I am, because I "borrowed" those words from one of her songs, and felt that it should be known that they weren't mine. =)

Gershwin, the reliable- This chapter is dedicated to you =) welcome to this planet for the whatever number of time. Didn't have any more wrapping paper and bows so you'll have to do without. lol. And, luck person, on this special day, Lord of the Rings, the fellowship of the rings is first showed on television. Pay per view, at 8 pm, eastern time. Well, that's what I call a nice gift. (since you asked for this chapter for today, at least I didn't have to log on and try posting it yesterday! =) just kidding. I didn't have time yesterday anyway. Wow, ok, I';; stop now. This is getting a bit too long.

Again, thanks for all your reviews. They make me feel all warm and tingly =)

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Part 12~

I stayed in Canada two more months, and each day I found myself unconsciously looking for a pair of gray-green eyes and pointy ears. And each time I realized what I was doing, I would smile, shake my head, and go on. There was no use dwelling in the past, I knew, but sometimes I had to force myself to do what I had come here for, instead of letting my mind wander too much on the paths my heart told me to follow.

But one day I woke up, and knew I had to leave. A thin layer of powdery snow had dusted the grass. It was time for me to go. So that's what I did. I dismounted my "house." (it took me much less time than to build it). I was sorry to do that, for I had come to love it and think of it as my home. I took back everything I had arrived with, and tried to restore this place as much to its original as I could. Packing took my mind off of other things, which I was glad for. I had radioed the company, and a helicon was to meet me at the same place it had that first time. With one last good look at the place in which I had spent such strange moments, I realized that I would probably never come back here. I turned my back on it and with a determined step began the trek to the helico's meet point.

The air was cold and crisp; as I walked, I puffed white misty balls, and watched them dissipate. This place made me so melancholic I wanted to cry. I wanted to sit down under a tree and stop thinking. I wanted to simply be.

Far away, I heard the steady beat of the helico.

But I have a job, a life to go back to. Really? Why can't you live here? A little voice said in my head?

The roar was getting louder, and I took the radio in my hand.

You've succeeded perfectly well until now, so why not keep living here? Well, why not? I can't!

I squeezed the radio until my hand hurt.

Think about yourself instead of your friends and your boss…think about the elves and Rivendell… … think about Alrovir…

I touched my cheek with a trembling hand, and found a tear.

"I'm sorry Alrovir," I whispered into the air, half wishing he would materialize out of thin air and take me into his arms. I shivered, and radioed the helicon my exact position.

That's it; can't change anything now. It's done.

You can still walk away from here. They won't know better.

No! The helicon landed. I stepped in and closed the door. It took off. A second tear ran down my Face. I watched the valley recede then completely disappear from view.

Where was he now?

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            It was always strange to go back to ordinary life after the months I spent away. Each time, it seemed as if I somehow saw life differently than anybody else. My friends usually quickly put me back on track. But this time, I thought for a moment that I had finally lost my marbles. When I came to the office for my "end of mission" report, my boss asked me for information about the little brown birds. I was stumped. How the heck did he know? I was supposed to have gone to Canada to investigate those strange sounding twittering, not study some brown bird. What was going on? I asked him for the official introductory report of my study, under the pretext that I would arrange everything together and that I still had to make final notes. That gave me some time to think about this. "Da Boss" was acting exactly like he always did, which meant being sarcastic, funny, and serious all at the same time; but he wouldn't joke about important facts of missions. I went down to the café, sat down near the window, and took a look at the folder while drinking a cup of tea. I almost chocked to death, and I know I looked as if I had seen a ghost. But it amounted to the same thing. In the folder, it was written that I had gone to Canada to investigate a new species of birds, for now unnamed. A few general information were given about them. I skimmed all the pages. Nothing about the two trappers and the twittering they had heard. I sat back. What the heck? No one had access to this file until I came back and gave my authorization. Only my boss, but he had no way of knowing about the little brown birds, and most importantly, why would he go to all that trouble of changing this fact? To facilitate my life, and the promise I had made to the elves? Then did he know about them? Jeez!...the elves!! I laughed, remembering Legolas' "you'll see" and his mischievous expression. Yea, obviously, I "have seen." But how did they do it? I guess I'll never know. I silently laughed to myself again. From across the small café, and old man smiled at me. I noticed him because of his long gray beard and merry blue eyes. He seemed to be wearing something resembling a bathrobe (I told you I wasn't big on clothing =) ). And then he winked at me. I was in a good mood so I laughed for the third time, and waved, although I had no idea who this grandpa was. He left, though, before I could ask.

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A/N~ who's the "grandpa"? And how did they change the report? Lol.

Countdown: one more chapter to the end peeps!

~ola~