Chapter One: Planck's Constant
A/N: The beginning of this chapter is from my brain, but the information contained within is taken from 'The Elegant Universe', written by Brian Greene. Disclaimer: Neither quantum physics nor Middle-Earth is mine.
Imagine a distance so small that if you inflated an atom to the size of the known universe it would be about the size of a tree. Now imagine that every particle of matter in everything you touch is actually not solid but a wave; but the wave's frequency is so small that it feels solid anyway. And imagine something tiny enough to pass through a wave with a frequency that small.
~. ~. ~
"Where am I?" Thalia Weaver asked it, a question that was understandable, considering that she had gone to sleep in one place and woken up in another. Of course, she did not expect the answer.
"Rivendell," came the answer despite. "In the house of Lord Elrond Peredhil, thought why he would allow a spy of Sauron into the Last Homely House is beyond my knowledge."
Thalia stiffened, then laughed. "Ah, lovely. Another dream. I'd prefer to be in Minas Tirith with Aragorn, thanks, though Rivendell is quite nice." She nodded expectantly at the elf, who was sitting beside her bed; he merely stared speechlessly at her for a moment, then stiffened.
"How do you know of Estel?"
Thalia giggled. "How do you know of him? Hmm?"
It was a favorite pastime of hers to irritate the people she met in her dreams; it was great practice for 'real life'
"I asked you; do not evade my questions, woman."
Thalia blinked. "I know of the Dunedan from his wanderings through Middle- Earth," she improvised.
"What wanderings, pray tell? He is but fifteen."
Thalia gasped. "You mean.? But I've never had a pre-LotR dream before! This is excellent!"
The Elf blinked, utterly confused by this.person, who acted like no minion of Sauron that he had so far come across. Of course, the only minions of Sauron he had actually come across were Orcs, Haradri soldiers and trolls- no female ones at all.
"I'm really lucky that the laws of linguistic syntax don't apply while I'm dreaming," Thalia babbled happily. "Hey, this bed is really soft. What's this material?"
"Flax." the slightly shell-shocked Elf answered.
"Hey- who are you? Are you just a random elf? Do you know the sons of Elrond? Elladan and Elrohir are spiffy." The hyper girl bounced excitedly up and down on the soft elven bed, sitting on top of the covers.
The elf blinked again. "My name is Beruthien," he said slowly. "I.I believe that the sons of Elrond are in Rivendell today..."
Thalia stood up and began jumping on the bed.
"What are you doing? The only person I have ever seen do that is little Estel.perhaps it is some sort of human affliction?"
Thalia giggled. "You're funny, for a figment of my imagination! When are you going to take me to see the El kids?"
"The.El.kids?" Beruthien asked, bewilderedly. Then he frowned. "Nay. You must stay in this room, for you are a spy of Sauron."
Thalia stopped jumping. "I'm not a spy of Sauron, you silly elf. What gave you that idea?"
"You.appeared.at the edge of Rivendell. Unconscious. And you do not look like anyone from the lands about. The East is stirring with evil, and the days are past when strangers can be trusted without suspicion."
Thalia gasped, then turned and smacked her head against the wall of the small, beautifully decorated room. Hard. Beruthien, apparently deciding that it was all he could do to keep her in the room, simply watched bemusedly.
"Ouch!" she cried, clutching her bruised forehead. Her face contorted with fear, she looked straight into the elf's eyes. "This isn't a dream, is it?"
A/N: The beginning of this chapter is from my brain, but the information contained within is taken from 'The Elegant Universe', written by Brian Greene. Disclaimer: Neither quantum physics nor Middle-Earth is mine.
Imagine a distance so small that if you inflated an atom to the size of the known universe it would be about the size of a tree. Now imagine that every particle of matter in everything you touch is actually not solid but a wave; but the wave's frequency is so small that it feels solid anyway. And imagine something tiny enough to pass through a wave with a frequency that small.
~. ~. ~
"Where am I?" Thalia Weaver asked it, a question that was understandable, considering that she had gone to sleep in one place and woken up in another. Of course, she did not expect the answer.
"Rivendell," came the answer despite. "In the house of Lord Elrond Peredhil, thought why he would allow a spy of Sauron into the Last Homely House is beyond my knowledge."
Thalia stiffened, then laughed. "Ah, lovely. Another dream. I'd prefer to be in Minas Tirith with Aragorn, thanks, though Rivendell is quite nice." She nodded expectantly at the elf, who was sitting beside her bed; he merely stared speechlessly at her for a moment, then stiffened.
"How do you know of Estel?"
Thalia giggled. "How do you know of him? Hmm?"
It was a favorite pastime of hers to irritate the people she met in her dreams; it was great practice for 'real life'
"I asked you; do not evade my questions, woman."
Thalia blinked. "I know of the Dunedan from his wanderings through Middle- Earth," she improvised.
"What wanderings, pray tell? He is but fifteen."
Thalia gasped. "You mean.? But I've never had a pre-LotR dream before! This is excellent!"
The Elf blinked, utterly confused by this.person, who acted like no minion of Sauron that he had so far come across. Of course, the only minions of Sauron he had actually come across were Orcs, Haradri soldiers and trolls- no female ones at all.
"I'm really lucky that the laws of linguistic syntax don't apply while I'm dreaming," Thalia babbled happily. "Hey, this bed is really soft. What's this material?"
"Flax." the slightly shell-shocked Elf answered.
"Hey- who are you? Are you just a random elf? Do you know the sons of Elrond? Elladan and Elrohir are spiffy." The hyper girl bounced excitedly up and down on the soft elven bed, sitting on top of the covers.
The elf blinked again. "My name is Beruthien," he said slowly. "I.I believe that the sons of Elrond are in Rivendell today..."
Thalia stood up and began jumping on the bed.
"What are you doing? The only person I have ever seen do that is little Estel.perhaps it is some sort of human affliction?"
Thalia giggled. "You're funny, for a figment of my imagination! When are you going to take me to see the El kids?"
"The.El.kids?" Beruthien asked, bewilderedly. Then he frowned. "Nay. You must stay in this room, for you are a spy of Sauron."
Thalia stopped jumping. "I'm not a spy of Sauron, you silly elf. What gave you that idea?"
"You.appeared.at the edge of Rivendell. Unconscious. And you do not look like anyone from the lands about. The East is stirring with evil, and the days are past when strangers can be trusted without suspicion."
Thalia gasped, then turned and smacked her head against the wall of the small, beautifully decorated room. Hard. Beruthien, apparently deciding that it was all he could do to keep her in the room, simply watched bemusedly.
"Ouch!" she cried, clutching her bruised forehead. Her face contorted with fear, she looked straight into the elf's eyes. "This isn't a dream, is it?"