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Ella looked around her. Sean saw Mikey talking to her brother, Evan, nearby. Sean was sitting alone, looking out into the water they were about to set sail off. Sean had never been quite so comfortable in the water. Now they were going to sail. Thank god it wouldn't be for long. Then he remembered that Ella would try and go with Frodo and Sam. Maybe it was the right path for her to take. SOMEONE should go with them, right? Maybe that could save the world faster. But it also might get them all killed. Should they all just let Ella go? Could they, even if they had to? They would have to. Sean, at least, would have to let her go. She was one of his best friends but he was told to help Mikey. He had to stop her from dieing. That's what happened, right? He just hoped he was making the right choice.
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They were leaving at last. Finally it was time to leave Lothlorien. Lysa, no matter how much she had wanted to feel good in Lothlorien, it had felt like hell. It was too bright, too happy, too.well, not the best place for her. She had always savored the darkness. The kind of darkness that had never been granted to her in Lothlorien. It was too bright, too light. The light was beginning to scorch her. She felt trapped in Lothlorien. Trapped in a way that she had never felt. She had always been able to get through the day by knowing that night would fall and she would be surrounded by the darkness she had learned to love. The elves here were not as she had expected. They were, how could she put it, not ready to talk. At least not to her. They all talked to the others but it was Lysa that they avoided. And she was pretty glad. They seemed to shine with the same light that didn't let the darkness into Lothlorien. It was terrible. She had, at time, wondered if she had died and gone to hell. The light was just too much for her. She winced, remembering how much the light had shown into her whenever she talked to Galadriel. The others obvious liked the light, for they were happier as they shone more with it. But she felt as if her inner darkness was still untouched by that light. She was glad and that fact alone brought a smile to her face. She didn't think about what they were edging closer to but only what they were leaving.
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Mikey was caught up in the many emotions she felt. She felt sadness at leaving the family she had just met. Not that they were all suddenly the best of friends. Lily was very.uh.stuck up. She was very pretty and thought she was prettier. It was amazing how it was possible that they were related. Evan was a bit quieter than both Lily and Mikey. He wasn't quite shy, just thoughtful. He was nicer than Lily. She liked talking to Evan, since they usually found a good topic to talk about. She couldn't really name any without thinking for a while specifically but she could remember the way that her brother talked and argued. It was wonderful to see things from her face, on his. She felt anger for whoever had torn her from her family. From the family she had never met until she was fourteen. She felt scared for what they going towards slowly. Or maybe what was coming closer. But she could not mourn her father. Not that she didn't want to. She just couldn't find it inside herself to mourn someone that she had never seen (to her memory) or known (also to her memory). She didn't want to leave. She wanted to stay in Lothlorien. She didn't have to leave if she didn't want to. But she didn't kid herself. She had to go. She had signed up for this joyride and would follow it wherever she would end up. She would come back after this was all over. If she survived that long.
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Ella was torn. She felt her friends feeling so many different things. Sean was worried. That was an emotion that usually didn't come from Sean. Sean was the carefree type of person, not the kind to worry about everything, especially here. Lysa was, well, dark. She had been like that since they had arrived. There had always been something dark about her but now it seemed as if darkness was her core. She seemed to vibrate with the dark. Ella shivered at the thought. Mikey was happy. And scared, like all of them. At least Ella THOUGHT they were all afraid. Maybe they were feeling other things. She had little idea. But Mikey was very happy which wasn't very unusual for her but she was never THIS happy. I guess that's what finding your family does to you. Ella wasn't a mind reader. She had never been very good at seeing through people. So why was she suddenly feeling all this stuff from her friends? For the most part, she had no idea. It might have been because she knew her friends well, but she didn't know them SO well. Maybe it was Lothlorien. She wasn't even close to knowing. She half wished she were.
~*~*~*~
They were gone. They had set off an hour or so ago. Sean was miserable. He didn't want to sail in this boat with Mikey, Lysa, Ella and Boromir. Knowing what Boromir would do made Sean nervous. How would he be able to let Ella go? With Frodo and Sam, who knew how she would be treated. Sure, she was a hobbit too, but she had the mind of a human. How would she surivive? Mikey was miserable too. Just as she had gained a family, she had lost one. Would she ever see them again? She felt her grow moist and tried to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill over. What would happen to them? Would they all split up? Would they stay together like they planned? Somehow, she doubted it mightily. What was happening to their friendship. They used to be so close. What had happened to all that? They were now so distant. Lysa knew she shouldn't be glad to get out of Lothlorien. But she was. She felt the tingle of the moonlight on her skin make her feel better than ever, now that she had been without it for who knew how long. She liked taking watch while the others slept. She liked being alone in the silence and darkness, only herself and the night. It was the day they would get to land. The next day they would be the day they would chose what would happen to them. What would she chose? Sean wasn't keeping watch but wasn't asleep all the same. Could he possibly let Ella go? Go to her death maybe? He had go to. But he couldn't. But he had to. How about Mikey? Either one: she definitely would die and Ella would have possibly less chance to die or two: she possibly would die and Ella would have more chance to die. He would rather go with two. They could both live in that one. But there was no way to make sure. Ella awake too. She was restless with her task of keeping up with Sam the next day on her mind. She sang under her breath:
I touch the fire and it freezes me I look into it and it's black Why can't I feel? My skin should crack and peel I want the fire back
Now through the smoke she calls to me To make my way across the flames To save the day or maybe melt away I guess it's all the same
So I will walk through the fire Cause where else can I turn I will walk through the fire And let it burn.
She wondered what had gotten Luci to join with Sauron. She had her Ella say things about Sauron. Unless she really didn't ever remember anything she had ever said. But Luci wouldn't kill her. Would she? The ring has complete control over her soul, Ella, she told herself. She wouldn't kill her, but the ring would. And that's what Ella had think of from now on. What the ring would do, not what Luci would do. Ella kept talking to herself, trying to convince herself.
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Luci felt herself walking quickly to the direction of the exit from Moria. Then would most likely be out of Moria a few days before but is she could catch the scent- No! That was the ring's thoughts. Not her's. Never her's. How could she even image killing her sister? But why did she? Why did she image every second of it? Every painful detail as if it had happened a minute before? Why? Why? It came again. She had grown used to imagining the death. But every time she was sick with anger. And with another feeling she didn't even want to begin to figure out. Luci had the knife over head, the tip of it shining as if drew closer to the sleeping figure below. Suddenly she opened her eyes. Ella was awake. She screamed. The sound pierced through the silence of the night. She moved the knife across the throat of her victim, savoring the murder. The blood lust in her rushed as it reaches her adrenaline. And with that she plunges the knife into the hand of her victim. She twists it around. The scream grows louder. She enjoys the blood gushing out of the wound when she pulls the knife. She enjoys the cry of pain. She'd enjoy it more if they were whimpers, pathetic whimpers. So she splits open the shirt of her victim. On the chest she marks an X. She screams louder, but no whimpers sound. The blood soaks her shirt. She decides to end this quick. She pulls up her blade making sure it would hit her right in the heart. As the blade falls closer to it's target, the victim's eyes are caught in Luci's. Suddenly, she is no longer a victim. She is her sister. That is when the knife plunges into Ella's heart. Ella's eyes pop for about a second before staring dumbly at her. Luci throws her head back and lets out a scream.
Ella looked around her. Sean saw Mikey talking to her brother, Evan, nearby. Sean was sitting alone, looking out into the water they were about to set sail off. Sean had never been quite so comfortable in the water. Now they were going to sail. Thank god it wouldn't be for long. Then he remembered that Ella would try and go with Frodo and Sam. Maybe it was the right path for her to take. SOMEONE should go with them, right? Maybe that could save the world faster. But it also might get them all killed. Should they all just let Ella go? Could they, even if they had to? They would have to. Sean, at least, would have to let her go. She was one of his best friends but he was told to help Mikey. He had to stop her from dieing. That's what happened, right? He just hoped he was making the right choice.
~*~*~*~
They were leaving at last. Finally it was time to leave Lothlorien. Lysa, no matter how much she had wanted to feel good in Lothlorien, it had felt like hell. It was too bright, too happy, too.well, not the best place for her. She had always savored the darkness. The kind of darkness that had never been granted to her in Lothlorien. It was too bright, too light. The light was beginning to scorch her. She felt trapped in Lothlorien. Trapped in a way that she had never felt. She had always been able to get through the day by knowing that night would fall and she would be surrounded by the darkness she had learned to love. The elves here were not as she had expected. They were, how could she put it, not ready to talk. At least not to her. They all talked to the others but it was Lysa that they avoided. And she was pretty glad. They seemed to shine with the same light that didn't let the darkness into Lothlorien. It was terrible. She had, at time, wondered if she had died and gone to hell. The light was just too much for her. She winced, remembering how much the light had shown into her whenever she talked to Galadriel. The others obvious liked the light, for they were happier as they shone more with it. But she felt as if her inner darkness was still untouched by that light. She was glad and that fact alone brought a smile to her face. She didn't think about what they were edging closer to but only what they were leaving.
~*~*~*~
Mikey was caught up in the many emotions she felt. She felt sadness at leaving the family she had just met. Not that they were all suddenly the best of friends. Lily was very.uh.stuck up. She was very pretty and thought she was prettier. It was amazing how it was possible that they were related. Evan was a bit quieter than both Lily and Mikey. He wasn't quite shy, just thoughtful. He was nicer than Lily. She liked talking to Evan, since they usually found a good topic to talk about. She couldn't really name any without thinking for a while specifically but she could remember the way that her brother talked and argued. It was wonderful to see things from her face, on his. She felt anger for whoever had torn her from her family. From the family she had never met until she was fourteen. She felt scared for what they going towards slowly. Or maybe what was coming closer. But she could not mourn her father. Not that she didn't want to. She just couldn't find it inside herself to mourn someone that she had never seen (to her memory) or known (also to her memory). She didn't want to leave. She wanted to stay in Lothlorien. She didn't have to leave if she didn't want to. But she didn't kid herself. She had to go. She had signed up for this joyride and would follow it wherever she would end up. She would come back after this was all over. If she survived that long.
~*~*~*~
Ella was torn. She felt her friends feeling so many different things. Sean was worried. That was an emotion that usually didn't come from Sean. Sean was the carefree type of person, not the kind to worry about everything, especially here. Lysa was, well, dark. She had been like that since they had arrived. There had always been something dark about her but now it seemed as if darkness was her core. She seemed to vibrate with the dark. Ella shivered at the thought. Mikey was happy. And scared, like all of them. At least Ella THOUGHT they were all afraid. Maybe they were feeling other things. She had little idea. But Mikey was very happy which wasn't very unusual for her but she was never THIS happy. I guess that's what finding your family does to you. Ella wasn't a mind reader. She had never been very good at seeing through people. So why was she suddenly feeling all this stuff from her friends? For the most part, she had no idea. It might have been because she knew her friends well, but she didn't know them SO well. Maybe it was Lothlorien. She wasn't even close to knowing. She half wished she were.
~*~*~*~
They were gone. They had set off an hour or so ago. Sean was miserable. He didn't want to sail in this boat with Mikey, Lysa, Ella and Boromir. Knowing what Boromir would do made Sean nervous. How would he be able to let Ella go? With Frodo and Sam, who knew how she would be treated. Sure, she was a hobbit too, but she had the mind of a human. How would she surivive? Mikey was miserable too. Just as she had gained a family, she had lost one. Would she ever see them again? She felt her grow moist and tried to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill over. What would happen to them? Would they all split up? Would they stay together like they planned? Somehow, she doubted it mightily. What was happening to their friendship. They used to be so close. What had happened to all that? They were now so distant. Lysa knew she shouldn't be glad to get out of Lothlorien. But she was. She felt the tingle of the moonlight on her skin make her feel better than ever, now that she had been without it for who knew how long. She liked taking watch while the others slept. She liked being alone in the silence and darkness, only herself and the night. It was the day they would get to land. The next day they would be the day they would chose what would happen to them. What would she chose? Sean wasn't keeping watch but wasn't asleep all the same. Could he possibly let Ella go? Go to her death maybe? He had go to. But he couldn't. But he had to. How about Mikey? Either one: she definitely would die and Ella would have possibly less chance to die or two: she possibly would die and Ella would have more chance to die. He would rather go with two. They could both live in that one. But there was no way to make sure. Ella awake too. She was restless with her task of keeping up with Sam the next day on her mind. She sang under her breath:
I touch the fire and it freezes me I look into it and it's black Why can't I feel? My skin should crack and peel I want the fire back
Now through the smoke she calls to me To make my way across the flames To save the day or maybe melt away I guess it's all the same
So I will walk through the fire Cause where else can I turn I will walk through the fire And let it burn.
She wondered what had gotten Luci to join with Sauron. She had her Ella say things about Sauron. Unless she really didn't ever remember anything she had ever said. But Luci wouldn't kill her. Would she? The ring has complete control over her soul, Ella, she told herself. She wouldn't kill her, but the ring would. And that's what Ella had think of from now on. What the ring would do, not what Luci would do. Ella kept talking to herself, trying to convince herself.
~*~*~*~
Luci felt herself walking quickly to the direction of the exit from Moria. Then would most likely be out of Moria a few days before but is she could catch the scent- No! That was the ring's thoughts. Not her's. Never her's. How could she even image killing her sister? But why did she? Why did she image every second of it? Every painful detail as if it had happened a minute before? Why? Why? It came again. She had grown used to imagining the death. But every time she was sick with anger. And with another feeling she didn't even want to begin to figure out. Luci had the knife over head, the tip of it shining as if drew closer to the sleeping figure below. Suddenly she opened her eyes. Ella was awake. She screamed. The sound pierced through the silence of the night. She moved the knife across the throat of her victim, savoring the murder. The blood lust in her rushed as it reaches her adrenaline. And with that she plunges the knife into the hand of her victim. She twists it around. The scream grows louder. She enjoys the blood gushing out of the wound when she pulls the knife. She enjoys the cry of pain. She'd enjoy it more if they were whimpers, pathetic whimpers. So she splits open the shirt of her victim. On the chest she marks an X. She screams louder, but no whimpers sound. The blood soaks her shirt. She decides to end this quick. She pulls up her blade making sure it would hit her right in the heart. As the blade falls closer to it's target, the victim's eyes are caught in Luci's. Suddenly, she is no longer a victim. She is her sister. That is when the knife plunges into Ella's heart. Ella's eyes pop for about a second before staring dumbly at her. Luci throws her head back and lets out a scream.