Chapter 11 Who I am
(A/N: now its going to get interesting, just read and you'll find out why this is a little different but somewhat original.)
(Navalle)
I sat there staring off into space, my breathing was ragged; I could not move. "Why? Why did it have to be me? Me, of all people I have to wind up in a place that couldn't exist, but does. Now my name is in the friggin book!"
I felt a worn hand place itself on my shoulder. I looked up warily to find Aragorn looking at me with his eyes filled with concern. He asked me what was wrong but I didn't answer him. He couldn't understand this situation that I was in. I take my gaze elsewhere only to find the hobbits looking at me with the same concern. I felt my lips tremble; I was going to cry.
I threw myself to the ground, and began to cry. Tears streamed down my face while the others tried to comfort me. I whimpered, I sobbed but still the pain that I was feeling was still there, if not worse.
I lift my head to see a pair of deep, fathomless blue eyes staring straight into mine. Startled I leapt to my feet a little faster than my legs could handle. My legs gave out from under me, I hit the ground; everything went black….
The dream that I had came back, but now instead of an eternal darkness; there was a tree. It was cast in some kind of light, but I looked long and hard at the tree. It leaves were shining like gold, whilst it trunk was as pale as the moon on a winter night. It stood alone, yet it stood proudly; I walked towards it.
I stopped short, looked down and found I was dressed in the most elegant dress that I have ever seen. It was a pearl y white with a neckline that ended right before the cleavage would have appeared, this exposed my sleek collarbone. It flowed from my waist and covered up my feet, which had no shoes on whatsoever. The sleeves were soft and made up of something so soft that it felt like silk at a quality that was never achieved by mankind. Lining the dress were gold leaven patterns much like the tree's leaves. I saw my long brown hair flow down to my waist and realized that it was braided as well.
I reached a hand to my head and felt my hair, it was soft and smooth and gently covered my pointed ears-pointed!?!? That could not be right, but I traced on of my fingers over one of them and found that were indeed pointed. This could only mean one thing but I still could not believe it; I was an elf.
I was aware that I was unconscious, but the dress, the ears and the tree seemed so real. The tree!! I knocked myself back to what reality I was in. The tree was not alone anymore; I was now surrounded in a golden forest. My ears perked up, they picked up a voice singing a soothing, pleasant melody.
I spotted in the midst of the gold, a woman bathed in light walking towards me with a warm smile on her face. She had to be the fairest woman I had ever laid upon. Her long blondish-gold hair waved down her back and caressed her hips. Her white gown (similar to my own) brought the fairness and perfection of her frame. With skin like cream, eyes greener than the grass, she opened her arms when she reached me, and gave me a gentle hug.
"Dear child, it has been many a year since I last laid my eyes on you." Puzzled I break the hug and just gawk at her. She smiled and continued talking, " Now, I must introduce myself, my name is Galadriel. This might be hard for you to hear, whether you believe it or not, but you are my daughter. I cannot explain now how you are my daughter; I will not be able to hold you here in the Lothlorien for much longer. All I can tell you is that I will be waiting for you when you dream."
With that, Galadriel became hazy then soon enough she disappeared, the forest was melting away, being replaced by the night in the clearing where I originally was. Lying on my back I saw that I was wrapped up in several cloaks that were far too small for my "5'11" height. The others were near-by, but hadn't noticed I was now awake, so went and contemplated what I had been told in the visionary Lothlorien.
(Frodo)
I hadn't meant to scare her the way I did, but I guess things just happen. My gaze wonders over to where Navalle is resting, I watch the gentle rise and fall of her chest while her hair hugs to her side.
"Sam" whispered Strider, " go and see if the girl is awake." Sam slowly rose to his feet and quietly checked to see if was she indeed awake. We all watched anxiously as Sam checked, we all saw him look at the girl and say "Good morning" rather loudly.
Navalle stood up from her resting place and propped her stare towards us and gave us a weak but reassuring smile. Strider nodded his and told us to start packing our thing for we were heading out as soon as possible.
After the ranger's statement, he went to check up on Navalle, while the rest of us were busy stuffing and prying things into our bags. Merry and Pippins thing kept falling out in a heap until Sam explained what they were doing wrong.
Once everything was packed and was checked over, we once again headed out for Rivendell. Navalle stayed throughout the day and by the time night had come; she was the first to fall asleep. I still couldn't help feel guilty for what had happened the previous night, but when I dared a look at her, she was dreaming peacefully. I smiled and began to wonder what she was dreaming.
You want to know something? Out of all the LOTR fan fictions in have read not ONE has been a self-insertion where Galadriel was the mother of O/C.
Anyway please review
(A/N: now its going to get interesting, just read and you'll find out why this is a little different but somewhat original.)
(Navalle)
I sat there staring off into space, my breathing was ragged; I could not move. "Why? Why did it have to be me? Me, of all people I have to wind up in a place that couldn't exist, but does. Now my name is in the friggin book!"
I felt a worn hand place itself on my shoulder. I looked up warily to find Aragorn looking at me with his eyes filled with concern. He asked me what was wrong but I didn't answer him. He couldn't understand this situation that I was in. I take my gaze elsewhere only to find the hobbits looking at me with the same concern. I felt my lips tremble; I was going to cry.
I threw myself to the ground, and began to cry. Tears streamed down my face while the others tried to comfort me. I whimpered, I sobbed but still the pain that I was feeling was still there, if not worse.
I lift my head to see a pair of deep, fathomless blue eyes staring straight into mine. Startled I leapt to my feet a little faster than my legs could handle. My legs gave out from under me, I hit the ground; everything went black….
The dream that I had came back, but now instead of an eternal darkness; there was a tree. It was cast in some kind of light, but I looked long and hard at the tree. It leaves were shining like gold, whilst it trunk was as pale as the moon on a winter night. It stood alone, yet it stood proudly; I walked towards it.
I stopped short, looked down and found I was dressed in the most elegant dress that I have ever seen. It was a pearl y white with a neckline that ended right before the cleavage would have appeared, this exposed my sleek collarbone. It flowed from my waist and covered up my feet, which had no shoes on whatsoever. The sleeves were soft and made up of something so soft that it felt like silk at a quality that was never achieved by mankind. Lining the dress were gold leaven patterns much like the tree's leaves. I saw my long brown hair flow down to my waist and realized that it was braided as well.
I reached a hand to my head and felt my hair, it was soft and smooth and gently covered my pointed ears-pointed!?!? That could not be right, but I traced on of my fingers over one of them and found that were indeed pointed. This could only mean one thing but I still could not believe it; I was an elf.
I was aware that I was unconscious, but the dress, the ears and the tree seemed so real. The tree!! I knocked myself back to what reality I was in. The tree was not alone anymore; I was now surrounded in a golden forest. My ears perked up, they picked up a voice singing a soothing, pleasant melody.
I spotted in the midst of the gold, a woman bathed in light walking towards me with a warm smile on her face. She had to be the fairest woman I had ever laid upon. Her long blondish-gold hair waved down her back and caressed her hips. Her white gown (similar to my own) brought the fairness and perfection of her frame. With skin like cream, eyes greener than the grass, she opened her arms when she reached me, and gave me a gentle hug.
"Dear child, it has been many a year since I last laid my eyes on you." Puzzled I break the hug and just gawk at her. She smiled and continued talking, " Now, I must introduce myself, my name is Galadriel. This might be hard for you to hear, whether you believe it or not, but you are my daughter. I cannot explain now how you are my daughter; I will not be able to hold you here in the Lothlorien for much longer. All I can tell you is that I will be waiting for you when you dream."
With that, Galadriel became hazy then soon enough she disappeared, the forest was melting away, being replaced by the night in the clearing where I originally was. Lying on my back I saw that I was wrapped up in several cloaks that were far too small for my "5'11" height. The others were near-by, but hadn't noticed I was now awake, so went and contemplated what I had been told in the visionary Lothlorien.
(Frodo)
I hadn't meant to scare her the way I did, but I guess things just happen. My gaze wonders over to where Navalle is resting, I watch the gentle rise and fall of her chest while her hair hugs to her side.
"Sam" whispered Strider, " go and see if the girl is awake." Sam slowly rose to his feet and quietly checked to see if was she indeed awake. We all watched anxiously as Sam checked, we all saw him look at the girl and say "Good morning" rather loudly.
Navalle stood up from her resting place and propped her stare towards us and gave us a weak but reassuring smile. Strider nodded his and told us to start packing our thing for we were heading out as soon as possible.
After the ranger's statement, he went to check up on Navalle, while the rest of us were busy stuffing and prying things into our bags. Merry and Pippins thing kept falling out in a heap until Sam explained what they were doing wrong.
Once everything was packed and was checked over, we once again headed out for Rivendell. Navalle stayed throughout the day and by the time night had come; she was the first to fall asleep. I still couldn't help feel guilty for what had happened the previous night, but when I dared a look at her, she was dreaming peacefully. I smiled and began to wonder what she was dreaming.
You want to know something? Out of all the LOTR fan fictions in have read not ONE has been a self-insertion where Galadriel was the mother of O/C.
Anyway please review