*By the way, I don't own Angel, Fred, Gunn, Cordelia, or anyone else that I forogot. So far I just own Jonny, Ivory, Desent, and Kazey, and the demon Jonny killed. The gods belong to Tolkien.
Disconnected
Chpt 22.
With that part of my task finished, I made my way to earth and found my parents.
My mother and father were sitting on my bed, my mom had her head in my dad's lap; she was crying. I've never seen my mom cry before. Mom never cries, she told me time and again that "Tuluxey's don't cry" and now she's crying. My heart raced as I looked at her. I want her to stop crying. Uncle Angel was at her side, looking depressed, and my father's cheeks were tear stained, but he had stopped crying long ago.
All around the hotel there was stillness, induced by a quiet longing for a spirited girl that didn't know when to keep her mouth shut. I was touched by how much I was missed; I didn't know I was loved that much.
"Umma, please stop crying," I asked when I became visible to them, I was scared, and I showed it.
Angel gasped and got to his feet, "Jonny?" he asked calmly.
I barely glanced at Angel and then I turned back to my mother. I was going to cry too, "Mama stop crying," I begged, as I walked briskly to her side; my father was speechless, he just stared at me. The corners of his mouth were curved up into a smile.
I lifted my mother's head from dad's lap, and she looked at me between sobs. She sniffed and wiped her eyes to see me clearer.
"I don't believe it," she said, touching my cheek to make sure I was real. She smiled, "How?"
"Don't you know?" I grinned, and she shook her head, "I'm a goddess," I whispered, and smiled.
"I knew you were special," she crooned and brought me into her arms and held me. My father started crying again, but this time out of joy, "My baby. It was the elf's fault, wasn't it? He knocked you up?" she said, regaining some of her former carelessness.
"You're going to be grandparents," I told them and smiled. They took me down stairs to cheer the rest of the building up, and show them that I was fine. Then I told the story of being in the Hall of Vê. They looked at me in awe.
"A goddess huh?" asked Gunn unbelievingly. I smiled lightly and nodded.
"I knew you were destined for bigger things," Lorne commented as he sipped his drink.
I heard the call of the gods, telling me that it was time to go to middle earth, and I sighed. "You'll visit…right?" I told them more than asked them, then disappeared, saying good-bye.
I grinned to myself as I planned my invasion of Rivendell. My sweet, sweet return to my dear, dear Legolas, I laughed evilly to myself. I dressed in the white garments of the gods, and went back to Elrond's kingdom.
Legolas was talking to Gandalf when I peaked my head out of the trees; Aragorn and Gimli were with him listening intently. I made sure he saw me then I giggled and skipped off. I could hear him in my head expressing thoughts of disbelief.
"Is that really you?" he asked.
"I've been to Valinor and back," I knew that he would understand the implication.
"Will you stay with me?"
"Only if you can catch me," I took off.
"Legolas?" questioned Aragorn as my lover got up and squinted, recognizing my presence.
"She's here," he said quietly and followed me.
Each time he called out my name, I would laugh. And every time he got close I would turn my head over my shoulder and giggle. he saw me; he knew it was me…I made sure of that. I could sense the happiness and relief in his heart, and it overwhelmed me. I wasn't dead…I was really here. He could see me, so it's not just a cruel trick of the mind…right? Wrong.
I laughed once more as I stopped on the bridge that Legolas and I sat on and talked, then glanced down at the waters below. I looked at him and gasped.
"Jonica," Legolas smiled, "It's you! I have caught you."
I gave him a look, smiled, bit my lip, and jumped off the bridge into the roaring falls beneath us.
"No!" he screamed and ran to the edge of the bridge and looked over, "Come back!" he screamed in desperation. I could hear the outrage in his mind, "This isn't fair! I caught you!" he called. he did not see me hit the water…in fact; he didn't see me at all.
I returned to Valinor with a smile on my face. "Part one of Operation Screw with the Elf's Mind is completed. Part two has commenced," I grinned to myself. If I wasn't a goddess, and above practical jokes…I'd think this was funny. Oh, what the hell…it's great! I laughed as I quickly changed into the leather pants and halter top that I was wearing the day I first met him.
I keeled over with laughter again, and then I sighed loudly to calm myself down. I was unable to contain my laughter.
"Tell me, Jonica, what in Middle Earth could possibly cause such amusement for a goddess?" asked what I recognized to be Lorien, who was basically god of the night. "Childish practical jokes, perhaps?" he asked with disapproving eyes.
I stopped laughing and straightened up, trying to behave properly. But after all the torture, waking up each morning knowing that I would somehow go through another painful day of stress and despair, I felt way to good to be mature…even if I was a goddess now. For eighteen years I have been running from the inevitable and now that it was over, there's no way I was going to waste it.
I let out a snort and started to laugh again, "Yep, practical jokes," I grinned.
"It is a sprites job to play pranks," he told me.
"That's what I do. I'm supposed to have fun now, remember?" I said a little too loudly, lifting my head toward the sky, "I deserve my just desserts!" then I looked at him seriously, "Wouldn't you do the same in my place?" I asked.
Slowly a majestic smile came upon his face and he nodded once. "No harm done," he said as he walked away. I smiled with anticipation and disappeared.