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
Hewen walked up to the porch without a thought and into the house. The memory that was already fuzzy and filled with growing gaps.

She pushed open the door quietly. The room she remember was vague and slight dark obviously the shared home of a elf and human. What she found chilled her.

Nebridë was sitting calmly by several elves of all different kingdoms. They were all gathered around the table where her son with the piercing gray eyes was. He was crying softly as Nebridë reached out to touch the sliver necklace around her son's neck.

Hewen hear her mutter faintly and then she KNEW. Her grandfather, she knew her father and her mother. She knew Nebridë history and her families history and she didn't want to face it. She wanted to let her sleeping demons lay but Nebridë obviously wanted her to go mad.

"NO! I didn't want to know! I didn't want to see them die!" She cried and turned to run back out the door.

She ran down to the horses and tried to mount one but a hand wrapped around her wrist. She turned to look at her captor and came face to face with her father. Look into his face, Tinondel, she saw her mother. Saw them together and happy before her. Before she spoke of her secret. Before people died because of her.

She felt his grip loosened and he stumbled back. She took the chance to run. She looked behidn her briefly seeing all of what she was sure was her family. Legolas stood among them with a worried face. She saw Tinaldon jump off the porch and started after her.

"No! Leave me alone! NO!" She screamed and forced her body to run faster. She didn't know where she could go so she turned down the path to the little pond that she had once swam in. "Please... please... please..." She begged to whatever would listen. She tried to pull the magic from around her but again it did not respond.

She plunged into the water and dived. The rush confused her and she found her self swirling in the supposedly calm water. She knew the magic had worked when she emerged in what her new memories told her was a pool.

She looked at her surroundings and blinked at the sight of dark haired people. She saw these people and knew their names.

"Aunt Anita. Uncle Joe! Cousin Maria! You're my family! Oh Valar what have you done! Is there no where I can hide from these people!" She screamed splashing about in the pool helplessly.

"Mother!" The teenager screamed and ran behind her parents.

"Honey go inside." Commanded the man. He stepped forward and grabbed Hewen by the chin.

Peering into her eyes looked as if searching for something.

The lady stood behind him quietly waiting for whatever he had to say.

Hewen looked into this man's eyes and saw no one she recognized. When she looked into the lady's eyes and saw her mother. She could not trust her.

"You look like you are Mary's daughter. Are you?" The man questioned letting go of her face.

She nodded silently. This man she would confide in if she needed to. She would, she knew she would. She didn't know when she would return to Valanor and she didn't care to know when, at least not yet.

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I'll finish this soon.

D-Chan