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
Annabel, Peggy, and Jennifer screamed happily as they tried to braid Elizabeth's hair together. Long and reaching down past her feet they braided in normal and found that didn't work. The three young girl took to figuring out how Elizabeth did her hair.

Elizabeth's Uncle Joe walked in the scene with a smiling playing on his face. "How is my angel niece."

Elizabeth looked up from her magazine and smiled, "Quiet a little Uncle. How is Auntie?"

Her Uncle took a seat by her on the bed. Peggy squealed, "We can't play with you! You don't have any hair."

Elizabeth turned to look at her Uncle Joe and sighed. Indeed his hair had grown wispy and white. Almost all his hair was gone. Only a fine strip circled his head and she wanted to cry.

"Hush now darlings I'll show you how to braid Elizabeth's hair." He said efficiently quieting them.

"Did you put fresh roses on the grave?" Elizabeth asked looking at the cover of her magazine.

She felt Uncle Joe's old fingers shaking as he managed her hair for the delight of the younger ones. "But of course darling. I added Lilies too." The girls continued to quietly as the conversation continued.

"Thank you. I think I shall leave soon. It's time I did leave... I don't think I can take much more of this... human life." Elizabeth sighed.

"Yes I think you should. I don't want you to see me get any older. A rock can only stand by the sea watching till it is worn away. Don't let this old life ware you away. You have been living your new life in the old one for far to long. It's time for to you return." Her Uncle Joe said.

She nodded looking at the cover of the magazine seeing the blonde haired boy smile back. "Yes, I need to return. I hope no one waited for me."

"Someone will always wait." Uncle Joe reassured her finishing her hair.

"I suppose so." She said faintly.

Standing up she turned to the four people looking at her. "Well then this is good-bye." She turned to a cabinet and pulled out a white dress. Fancy and expensive looking she turned to the girl and hugged each of them and kissed them on the forehead.

"Grandpa Joe... what does Elizabeth mean. We will see her again won't me?" One of the girls spoke.

"No my dear Jennifer. I don't think we will. We've had her long enough. Some people have been waiting for her for ages and ages. It's not polite for us to keep Elizabeth." She walked out of the rooms on those words and changed.

Dressed in white she went to the park and climbed into the rowboat. She spoke the words that she heard the memories of her mother and father whisper. She laid back in the bow and felt it tumbled forward.

She looked at the sky as fog wrapped around her view and she could see nothing. She waited and slept and waited again. The fog clear away and the sky with its pure white cloud and crystal blue sky made her sit up.

She knew just were she was. She had left the place three generations ago. She climbed out of the boat and onto the weed-covered path. She stepped onto the porch of the clearly worn cottage.

She heard the cries of child and wondered who was so negligent of an innocent being. She walking into the cabin and found it to be a dull gray instead of the shocking white she seen just what seemed like yesterday.

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One more chapter to go

D-Chan