My Life, My Elf
Type : LOTR
Rating : PG -13 for future content.
Summary : The time for sickness is over, the cure must come.
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*Mommy and Daddy have been protecting me good... I mean well for the past... three, yes that's it, three years. They never tell me from what. I don't care really. I have lots of friends. Shawn is my best friend. He's not so scary after a while. You learn to forget his head and just listen to him. For a person with half a brain he's pretty smart. *

I looked over at Shawn smiling, "Look at that man! He's dressed funny!"

Shawn turned to where I was pointing his eyes narrowing. I raised a brow looking at how funny his left eye moved. His skin was too loose on that side, the one near the gaping red hole in his head. "Elizabeth... go to the teacher. Tell her you don't feel good and you want to go home."

"That's lying Shawn." I counted. Lying was bad. My mommy told me so.

"Please Elizabeth. Do this for me. Please." Shawn said begging me.

I started to get up to obey my friend. But the man rushed out me. Pulling out a gun I screamed. I remembered seeing Shawn's body hot and fresh as the newly dead. I didn't want to join Shawn yet! I couldn't die and leave Mommy and Daddy alone! They would need me.

The pain was so bad, so terribly bad. I don't know what was wrong but I couldn't move my left arm. "SHAWN! SHAWN! SHAWNNNNNNNNN!" I cried begging him to come and help me.

Sudden I was standing. Alone grown and whole. I was back to my healthy age of eighteen. The gunshot I had suffered when I was a child was back to its faint scar. "Shawn?" I questioned.

"I'm right here." Came the whisper.

"Why did you show me this! I know it was you!" I glared pushing back a loose strand of black hair.

His form appeared before me with a faint smile, "It wasn't your time then. I broke the Laws of the Dead and saved you..."

I was confused, with all the new memories I had. Ones that should have been out of reach to me. I remembered getting spanked for watching a bad movie when I was little. I was four I don't think I should be able to remember that.

"You remember your father now don't you?" He asked an ugly grin appearing on his mangled face.

"I- why is this happening to me! I didn't do anything to die! I only caught a cold!" I cried.

"Your father faced the same change. You are lucky if you come out of this one. You are only a quarter elf. Every thing that has direct elf blood in them and isn't complete elf will undergo this change. The Lord Elrond himself underwent this change.

With halflings the change comes at sixteen but know one really knows about anything with less blood." Shawn said walking up to me.

"What happens in this change? Why do the lesser bloods have to be near death to experience it?" I asked frozen to the spot.

He frowned now, "You have to be near death for the decision to be made. Then when you are there you have to finalize that choice and leave it there."

"Leave what there?" I asked knowing I didn't really want to know the answer but I had a feeling it was the key to everything.

"You have to leave the part of you that you want to die there."

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OOOOOOOO Spooky ne?

D-Chan