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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NOT BETAED
"Well I don't know. He left shortly after Hewen recovered." Legolas said trying to force Hewen to face the elder.
"My name is Nebridë once Prince of Mirkwood." The lady smiled reaching out a hand to Hewen. Hewen shrunk farther into Legolas's arms.
"Why are you scared of her." He questioned shaking her gently.
"I am scared for I know a woman I have never met before! Why?" She said shaking with fear.
"It was the necklace. I want to see my son and my grand son. I want to see them to know the whole story. With this much distance and long time of not having contact with it makes the spell weak. Take me to them." Nebridë commanded.
Legolas gulped, he would not disobey the lady out of curtisy, but he had shielded Hewen from that fact he knew where her son was. "Of course show you where you grandson is, but of your son I know not."
He felt Hewen lock up in his arms and frowned, "You will come with me won't you Hewen?"
"I feel as if I don't have a choice." Hewen mumered softly.
"If you wish to know how you got here... you don't." Nebridë snapped quickly laying a hand on Legolas's arm. "Tell me where he is. I want to see some of my Kin."
"How did the necklace let me know who you are," Hewen asked daringly as she lagged behind the trio.
"Well you were in contact with it. You are in my grandson's eariliest memories." Nebridë said walking on.
"I wore it!" Hewen hissed pulling on Nebridë sleeve.
"Forgive her. She just Changed." Legolas said blushing faintly.
"I know what the change entails. I see she is trying to break her human habits and failing. She must be a great embarrassment to you!" Nebridë said shortly.
Legolas couldn't believe his body as he nodded his head automatically. He heard Hewen's small gasp and wrapped his strong fingers around her arm hoping she would not attempt to run.
Hewen jerked herself waking to a blinding sun. She was lying nestled again a tree. Three horses stood in a clearing before her that she vaguely remembered. Looking around she saw a cottage that would and had never left her memory.
Although her memory of it was not fuzzy as her human part died and slowly took its memory from her with it.
"My home. My first home." She muttered standing up. She was uncomfortable and cold.
Looking down she realized her clothes were tied up wrong and Legolas's cloaked laid in a heap at her feet. *What has happened?* She thought her head pounding. What had been shaking to her that her head hurt.
She hastely redid her clothes and fought back the head pain. She decided to find answer to whatever had happened at the cottage and followed the path... much like her dream.
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D-Chan
