Disclaimer: Much as I wish to lay claim to Legolas, or even Aragorn...alas I cannot. J.R.R. Tolkien, genuis that he is, owns the precious Elf and King, not to mention all of the other characters...with the excpetion of Brianna. She's mine, but perhaps if he behaves I'll share her with Legolas, lol. Like I'd deny him anything... Anyway, don't sue, because quite frankly, you'll only get some CD's and this computer, and really...it's a crappy one at that.
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Alright, ladies and gents, this is my first chance to write a fic about our beloved Elf,or anyone in LOTR for that matter, so please be gentle! Feedback, positive OR negative, is always welcome. As it has been a long time since I have read the books, I'm probably gonna be a little off here or there. If anyone has any suggestions, PLEASE feel free to share them! Please take note that the beginning of the story takes place in 1994, long before the movie came along and rocked our world.
Also, there will be exerpts and full lyrics from various songs within the story, as music is a big part of my life. And since I said it in the disclaimer, I don't think I need to remind everyone not to sue. Even though I just did... I'll give credit to the artists up here, so that JUST IN CASE, no one gets all crotchety and goes all Sauron like on my behind.
"When I'm Gone" isn't mine. It belongs to 3 Doors Down. Damnit. LOL
Enjoy,
Pixie
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Walking out of the 7-11, carrying her styrofoam cup full of precious amber liquid, Brianna Morgan couldn't get to her car quick enough. Pennsylvania was about to be wracked by the worst snow storm yet that year, and Brianna was none to thrilled. As things were with her, she happened to pick that day to return home to Cincinatti, and was about three hours away from heading into the infernal blizzard. She'd only planned on spending a few days in Allentown, but her friends had had other plans. She'd ended up staying there the whole week, and felt she was damn lucky her boss had been so understanding. If Chris had had his way, she never would have left. But he didn't, and she'd left him that morning after a few pancakes and more well wishes.
"I really wish you wouldn't go, Bryn. The weather is supposed to be pretty heinous towards Ohio," he'd pleaded with her. He couldn't escape the nagging feeling in his chest.
"Chris, I PROMISED I'd be back today. As it is I have to work at 4, and if I don't leave now, I'll be late on top of it all," she reminded him, taking her last bite of the slightly charred pancake her friend had procured for her.
"I know, I know. I just don't like you out there driving in that mess,"
"Yeah, I'm not particularly fond of it myself. But, hell, I'm from Ohio. I SHOULD be used to it, right? I promise I'll be careful. If it gets too bad, I'll just pull over and they'll just have to go on at work without me. They can't fire me for preventing my own death, right?" she smirked, trying to lighten his mood. Chris's anxiety was not quelled, but he nodded and kissed her forehead.
"Alright. But go get yourself a shower first, will ya? You look like hell," he grinned and mussed her hair.
"Yes, MOM," Brianna, or Bryn as her friends called her, promptly thwacked him on the back of the head and bounded upstairs to the shower.
Brianna stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her straight brown hair hung damply to her cheeks, and she brushed it back over her shoulder. Chris had insisted on putting red on the tips, and the more she looked at it, the more she liked it. As she brushed it out, she thought about what she was going home back to. Her parents had divorced when she was 4, and her mother had left for parts unknown. Her father, once a prominent lawyer in Columbus, fell into a cycle of alcohol abuse that eventually caused him to be fired from the firm and disbarred soon after. They'd moved to Cincinatti to make a fresh start, but his drinking never slowed. To be fair, he was a good man, with good intentions. His will, however, was not always so strong. He'd loved Brianna's mother so much, and would have given into her every wish. But when she left, he gave up all hope. Many in her family feared that he would commit suicide and leave Brianna parentless. His love for his daughter, though, truly was the only thing keeping him alive. Brianna had gone to work at 16 to help support her father, and had never looked back. She'd never really made any friends in Cinci, and was considered unsocial, and ridiculed for it. But she'd never listened to what anyone had to say about her. She knew what she was made of...or at least she did sometimes. There were moments where she feared she would end up being like her father, or worse, her mother. Afraid her will power would fail her, or that she'd abandon those she cared about.
Bryn shook the thoughts out of her mind, and set down the brush. No more of that crap, she thought to herself. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail, and sighed. She'd figured she should probably be as comfortable as possible, so she slipped on her pair of white fleece jogging pants, and her favorite pale blue sweater. Her father had given it to her on her 17th birthday, and she'd worn it so much over the past three years that it had become soft as a feather. She looked down to the ring that lay in front of her on the counter. It had been her mother's, and Brianna had found it on the kitchen table the day her mother had left them. She'd read the letter before her father, and promptly hidden the ring away. Seeing it would have broken her father's heart all the more. She'd kept it locked in her jewelry box until she was eighteen, and even then she rarely wore it. She didn't know why she'd worn it to Allentown, but she had felt the urge to take it with her, so she did. She slipped the little silver band onto her ring finger, and headed downstairs.
"Alright, Chris, I'm taking off," she hollered into the kitchen. So domesticated he was, doing the dishes. She laughed inwardly.
"Not so fast, missy. I almost forgot to give you your present," Chris walked out of the kitchen and over to the desk in the livingroom. He pulled out a small package and handed it to her, "Figured if you ever needed anything to remind you of me, this would be it,"
Bryn unwrapped it as a child would a new toy on Christmas, and what she saw brought tears to her eyes. The J.R.R Tolkien book had been her favorite for years, really since she could remember. It was the story her mother would read to her as a child, and Chris remembered well, as he was usually spending the night at Bryn's. After they were supposed to be asleep, Bryn and Chris would talk about the Fellowship, and how they would have done this, or that differently. He used to tease her unmercilessly about her affinity for the Legolas character, and how if she talked about him too much, her ears would turn pointed. But she'd always seen a greatness in the character, a strong will and a brave heart, things she knew were missing in her life and her father's. The fact that Chris had remembered all that, and knew how important that part of her life was to her touched her a great deal.
"Chris, this is wonderful. Thank you SO much," Bryn hugged her friend tightly. She slowly let go and bent down to pick up her backpack. Car keys in one hand, book in the other, she headed out the door, only looking back once to wave goodbye to her best friend. He watched from the door as she pulled out of the complex, and then went inside to finish the dishes.
Now only an hour away from Pittsburg, Bryn started her car, and took a long sip of her coffee. She glanced quickly at the book by her side and smiled softly, as she pulled out of the parking lot and headed back toward the highway. As she drove, it began to rain, then it started turning to snow. She hit the West Virgina border, and though to herself, well this isn't so bad. There was no snow on the road to speak of, and it didn't seem as though it was snowing all that hard.
"Yeah, some blizzard..." she whispered sarcastically to herself. She decided to flip on the radio and was extremely pleased to hear one of her favorite songs coming through clearly.
There's another world inside of me that you may never see
There's secrets in this life that I can't hide
Well, somewhere in this darkness there's a light that I can't find
Well maybe it's too far away, yeah
Or maybe I'm just blind
Or maybe I'm just blind
She crossed the Ohio border, but didn't really pay all that much attention. Until she saw the snow. She was a decent driver and knew well enough not to hit the brakes, but she laid off the gas pedal a bit until she was going about 55. The roads were covered in snow, and the snow had started coming down harder than before. She didn't quite understand how only moments ago just 5 miles away the roads were generally clear, but she wasn't gonna ponder it too much. After her back tires slid a bit while she was passing a semi, she knew it was time to get off the highway. There were just gonna have to do without her at work today.
So hold me when I'm here
Right me when I'm wrong
Hold me when I'm scared
And love me when I'm gone
Everything I am
and everything in me
wants to be the one you wanted me to be
I'll never let you down
Even if I could
I'd give up everything
if only for your good
So hold me when I'm here
Right me when I'm wrong
You can hold me when I'm scared
You won't always be there
So love me when I'm gone
Love me when I'm gone
As the seconds went by, the road got increasingly worse. She was trying to pass another truck, when the feeling of dread struck her. Something wasn't right. Indeed it wasn't, for as soon as she thought it, her back tires slid again. Something in her mind froze as the car started sliding sideways.
When your education x-ray cannot see under my skin
I won't tell you a damn thing that i could not tell my friends
Roaming through this darkness I'm alive, but I'm alone
And part of me is fight this, but part of me is gone
Her heart sank as she realized she was no longer in control. Her mind cleared momentarily and she took her foot away from the gas and the brakes. She removed her hands from the wheel and placed her forearms against it. She knew if she tried anything, it would make it worse.
So hold me when I'm here
Right me when I'm wrong
Hold me when I'm scared
And love me when I'm gone
Everything I am
and everything in me
wants to be the one you wanted me to be
I'll never let you down
Even if I could
I'd give up everything
if only for your good
So hold me when I'm here
Right me when I'm wrong
You can hold me when I'm scared
You won't always be there
So love me when I'm gone
As the car went into the median, it seemed to stop for a moment. Brianna almost sighed in relief. Then, it flipped. Once, twice...after the third time she stopped counting.
And maybe I'm just blind...
A voice suddenly came to her. It wasn't just her thoughts, but it felt like an actual voice. 'You're going to be fine,' it told her. Snow started coming into the car as the windshield and driver side window shattered. She glanced over to where her seat was and saw the book fall out the now broken windshield. Then, everything went black.
So hold me when I'm here
Right me when I'm wrong
Hold me when I'm scared
And love me when I'm gone
Everything I am
and everything in me
wants to be the one you wanted me to be
I'll never let you down
Even if I could
I'd give up everything
if only for your good
So hold me when I'm here
Right me when I'm wrong
You can hold me when I'm scared
You won't always be there
So love me when I'm gone
Love me when I'm gone, whoa
Love me when I'm gone
When I'm gone
When I'm gone
When I'm gone....
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Alright, ladies and gents, this is my first chance to write a fic about our beloved Elf,or anyone in LOTR for that matter, so please be gentle! Feedback, positive OR negative, is always welcome. As it has been a long time since I have read the books, I'm probably gonna be a little off here or there. If anyone has any suggestions, PLEASE feel free to share them! Please take note that the beginning of the story takes place in 1994, long before the movie came along and rocked our world.
Also, there will be exerpts and full lyrics from various songs within the story, as music is a big part of my life. And since I said it in the disclaimer, I don't think I need to remind everyone not to sue. Even though I just did... I'll give credit to the artists up here, so that JUST IN CASE, no one gets all crotchety and goes all Sauron like on my behind.
"When I'm Gone" isn't mine. It belongs to 3 Doors Down. Damnit. LOL
Enjoy,
Pixie
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Walking out of the 7-11, carrying her styrofoam cup full of precious amber liquid, Brianna Morgan couldn't get to her car quick enough. Pennsylvania was about to be wracked by the worst snow storm yet that year, and Brianna was none to thrilled. As things were with her, she happened to pick that day to return home to Cincinatti, and was about three hours away from heading into the infernal blizzard. She'd only planned on spending a few days in Allentown, but her friends had had other plans. She'd ended up staying there the whole week, and felt she was damn lucky her boss had been so understanding. If Chris had had his way, she never would have left. But he didn't, and she'd left him that morning after a few pancakes and more well wishes.
"I really wish you wouldn't go, Bryn. The weather is supposed to be pretty heinous towards Ohio," he'd pleaded with her. He couldn't escape the nagging feeling in his chest.
"Chris, I PROMISED I'd be back today. As it is I have to work at 4, and if I don't leave now, I'll be late on top of it all," she reminded him, taking her last bite of the slightly charred pancake her friend had procured for her.
"I know, I know. I just don't like you out there driving in that mess,"
"Yeah, I'm not particularly fond of it myself. But, hell, I'm from Ohio. I SHOULD be used to it, right? I promise I'll be careful. If it gets too bad, I'll just pull over and they'll just have to go on at work without me. They can't fire me for preventing my own death, right?" she smirked, trying to lighten his mood. Chris's anxiety was not quelled, but he nodded and kissed her forehead.
"Alright. But go get yourself a shower first, will ya? You look like hell," he grinned and mussed her hair.
"Yes, MOM," Brianna, or Bryn as her friends called her, promptly thwacked him on the back of the head and bounded upstairs to the shower.
Brianna stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her straight brown hair hung damply to her cheeks, and she brushed it back over her shoulder. Chris had insisted on putting red on the tips, and the more she looked at it, the more she liked it. As she brushed it out, she thought about what she was going home back to. Her parents had divorced when she was 4, and her mother had left for parts unknown. Her father, once a prominent lawyer in Columbus, fell into a cycle of alcohol abuse that eventually caused him to be fired from the firm and disbarred soon after. They'd moved to Cincinatti to make a fresh start, but his drinking never slowed. To be fair, he was a good man, with good intentions. His will, however, was not always so strong. He'd loved Brianna's mother so much, and would have given into her every wish. But when she left, he gave up all hope. Many in her family feared that he would commit suicide and leave Brianna parentless. His love for his daughter, though, truly was the only thing keeping him alive. Brianna had gone to work at 16 to help support her father, and had never looked back. She'd never really made any friends in Cinci, and was considered unsocial, and ridiculed for it. But she'd never listened to what anyone had to say about her. She knew what she was made of...or at least she did sometimes. There were moments where she feared she would end up being like her father, or worse, her mother. Afraid her will power would fail her, or that she'd abandon those she cared about.
Bryn shook the thoughts out of her mind, and set down the brush. No more of that crap, she thought to herself. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail, and sighed. She'd figured she should probably be as comfortable as possible, so she slipped on her pair of white fleece jogging pants, and her favorite pale blue sweater. Her father had given it to her on her 17th birthday, and she'd worn it so much over the past three years that it had become soft as a feather. She looked down to the ring that lay in front of her on the counter. It had been her mother's, and Brianna had found it on the kitchen table the day her mother had left them. She'd read the letter before her father, and promptly hidden the ring away. Seeing it would have broken her father's heart all the more. She'd kept it locked in her jewelry box until she was eighteen, and even then she rarely wore it. She didn't know why she'd worn it to Allentown, but she had felt the urge to take it with her, so she did. She slipped the little silver band onto her ring finger, and headed downstairs.
"Alright, Chris, I'm taking off," she hollered into the kitchen. So domesticated he was, doing the dishes. She laughed inwardly.
"Not so fast, missy. I almost forgot to give you your present," Chris walked out of the kitchen and over to the desk in the livingroom. He pulled out a small package and handed it to her, "Figured if you ever needed anything to remind you of me, this would be it,"
Bryn unwrapped it as a child would a new toy on Christmas, and what she saw brought tears to her eyes. The J.R.R Tolkien book had been her favorite for years, really since she could remember. It was the story her mother would read to her as a child, and Chris remembered well, as he was usually spending the night at Bryn's. After they were supposed to be asleep, Bryn and Chris would talk about the Fellowship, and how they would have done this, or that differently. He used to tease her unmercilessly about her affinity for the Legolas character, and how if she talked about him too much, her ears would turn pointed. But she'd always seen a greatness in the character, a strong will and a brave heart, things she knew were missing in her life and her father's. The fact that Chris had remembered all that, and knew how important that part of her life was to her touched her a great deal.
"Chris, this is wonderful. Thank you SO much," Bryn hugged her friend tightly. She slowly let go and bent down to pick up her backpack. Car keys in one hand, book in the other, she headed out the door, only looking back once to wave goodbye to her best friend. He watched from the door as she pulled out of the complex, and then went inside to finish the dishes.
Now only an hour away from Pittsburg, Bryn started her car, and took a long sip of her coffee. She glanced quickly at the book by her side and smiled softly, as she pulled out of the parking lot and headed back toward the highway. As she drove, it began to rain, then it started turning to snow. She hit the West Virgina border, and though to herself, well this isn't so bad. There was no snow on the road to speak of, and it didn't seem as though it was snowing all that hard.
"Yeah, some blizzard..." she whispered sarcastically to herself. She decided to flip on the radio and was extremely pleased to hear one of her favorite songs coming through clearly.
There's another world inside of me that you may never see
There's secrets in this life that I can't hide
Well, somewhere in this darkness there's a light that I can't find
Well maybe it's too far away, yeah
Or maybe I'm just blind
Or maybe I'm just blind
She crossed the Ohio border, but didn't really pay all that much attention. Until she saw the snow. She was a decent driver and knew well enough not to hit the brakes, but she laid off the gas pedal a bit until she was going about 55. The roads were covered in snow, and the snow had started coming down harder than before. She didn't quite understand how only moments ago just 5 miles away the roads were generally clear, but she wasn't gonna ponder it too much. After her back tires slid a bit while she was passing a semi, she knew it was time to get off the highway. There were just gonna have to do without her at work today.
So hold me when I'm here
Right me when I'm wrong
Hold me when I'm scared
And love me when I'm gone
Everything I am
and everything in me
wants to be the one you wanted me to be
I'll never let you down
Even if I could
I'd give up everything
if only for your good
So hold me when I'm here
Right me when I'm wrong
You can hold me when I'm scared
You won't always be there
So love me when I'm gone
Love me when I'm gone
As the seconds went by, the road got increasingly worse. She was trying to pass another truck, when the feeling of dread struck her. Something wasn't right. Indeed it wasn't, for as soon as she thought it, her back tires slid again. Something in her mind froze as the car started sliding sideways.
When your education x-ray cannot see under my skin
I won't tell you a damn thing that i could not tell my friends
Roaming through this darkness I'm alive, but I'm alone
And part of me is fight this, but part of me is gone
Her heart sank as she realized she was no longer in control. Her mind cleared momentarily and she took her foot away from the gas and the brakes. She removed her hands from the wheel and placed her forearms against it. She knew if she tried anything, it would make it worse.
So hold me when I'm here
Right me when I'm wrong
Hold me when I'm scared
And love me when I'm gone
Everything I am
and everything in me
wants to be the one you wanted me to be
I'll never let you down
Even if I could
I'd give up everything
if only for your good
So hold me when I'm here
Right me when I'm wrong
You can hold me when I'm scared
You won't always be there
So love me when I'm gone
As the car went into the median, it seemed to stop for a moment. Brianna almost sighed in relief. Then, it flipped. Once, twice...after the third time she stopped counting.
And maybe I'm just blind...
A voice suddenly came to her. It wasn't just her thoughts, but it felt like an actual voice. 'You're going to be fine,' it told her. Snow started coming into the car as the windshield and driver side window shattered. She glanced over to where her seat was and saw the book fall out the now broken windshield. Then, everything went black.
So hold me when I'm here
Right me when I'm wrong
Hold me when I'm scared
And love me when I'm gone
Everything I am
and everything in me
wants to be the one you wanted me to be
I'll never let you down
Even if I could
I'd give up everything
if only for your good
So hold me when I'm here
Right me when I'm wrong
You can hold me when I'm scared
You won't always be there
So love me when I'm gone
Love me when I'm gone, whoa
Love me when I'm gone
When I'm gone
When I'm gone
When I'm gone....