Hello everybody! Here is the next chappie for ya! I would like to thank all
of you for your reviews (but Selena, I need Elrohir back some time soon! Ya
know, the fact that he's in my fic! I promise I won't kill him, lol). This
chappie was really upsetting for me to write, the thought of never seeing
my family again setting in. what I typed at the end is what I would feel if
I were ever to see my father. I haven't seen him. Yet.
Chapter Ten; A Chocolate Bar Saved My Life
Sara woke up, but kept her eyes closed so she could sense where she was. Something was digging in her back and judging by the smell of where she was, she hadn't been found. She opened her eyes and looked around. She was still in the clearing and the sun was now setting. Why hadn't she been found? If she had been asleep all day, then surely someone would've seen her and helped her? She propped herself up on her elbows, trying to remember whet dream she was just having . . . . but the more she tried to think of it, the more the memory filtered away.
She stood up carefully, just in case the pain would come back again. And she wasn't wrong. Only this time it wasn't as bad. Wincing, she gingerly walked over to the pathway she had taken here. Looking around she tried to remember which fork way she had chosen. Left or right? Hmmmmmm . . .
She shrugged and chose the right. She was right handed after all. Not that it had anything to do with it. What was it that Galadriel said? 'You must choose your path . . . '
Fat lot of good that did! Look where that took her. Sara didn't even know herself! Sighing, she couldn't care less if she was lost. All she wanted to do was sleep . . . speaking of wants and needs, she was starving! Sara could almost see a chocolate bar beckoning her to take another right. . . . and then a left . . . and the path in the middle . . . and walk up towards Rivendell . . .
WHAT?
"Oh my GOD! A chocolate bar saved my life!" Sara exclaimed and practically ran towards the palace, despite the funny looks she was getting, she still ran and kissed the stone walls of it to make sure that they were real.
She let out a piercing scream and fell to the floor again when more pain struck her. Once more, she felt blackness taking over.
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"Sara, Sara! Are you alright?" she felt someone shake her, but the blackness was so comforting. She never wanted to leave.
She had just had another dream like the first one. But this time she could remember something about it. Yes . . .
It was her family . . . just like it was before. Before she left. She tried to frown, but she couldn't so anything. Just stay where she was. In the dark.
"Sara. Sara, listen to me, you just need to open your eyes," the voice commanded.
Sara tried to place whom that the voice belonged to. She could recognise it from somewhere. Anyway, he couldn't tell her what to do. For all he knew, she could just lie here forever and never return. She was after all an immortal. She had nothing left to stay for. Her family were all gone. She had left them. She felt another pain in her heart, and she tried not to retch. It was so painful. Why couldn't it just end? Why couldn't she just resign herself to the dark?
Here her eyes were wide open. She looked behind her and saw something in the distance. What was it? She walked towards it. For some reason she broke into a run. She needed to get there. She needed to be there right now- or she'd miss it.
Miss what? She suddenly thought.
Your chance to be free, away from here, she answered herself. Away from all the pain.
She sprinted as fast as she could. A sweat was breaking out on her forehead. It was getting closer now. Sara stopped dead in her tracks. She was out of breath; but not because she was running, but because of what she saw.
Her family.
It was a room. She stepped into it and looked around. From somewhere distant she felt herself being picked up; but she didn't care. Nothing would stop her now.
Her granddad was watching something, sitting on a cream sofa with tears in his eyes.
"Why are you crying?" Sara asked, but no words formed from her mouth.
She couldn't speak. Not even to her family. She felt a lump in her throat. She saw someone else sitting next to him. It was her mother. She was crying freely. Sara reached out to touch her. But for some reason she couldn't reach her. Sara took a step forward, but they moved back. Sara stood in front of them and waved. They couldn't see her. She felt something trickle down her cheek and only then did she realise that she was crying. She saw someone sitting next to her mum, with a guilty face. He was looking at her mother. Sara studied him. She recognised him from somewhere . . .
He had a tanned face, with laughter lines around his deep brown eyes. He spoke something and her mother nodded. Sara saw his almost perfect white teeth, but they had a gap in between the two front ones, not a big one, just very slight. She had seen them from somewhere. Sara tried to catch what he said, but she couldn't hear the words. She felt more pain in her chest.
He looked ahead of him at nothing. Sara could've sworn that she had seen that face too. . .
Then it hit her.
It was her father.
Sara chocked a sob.
She used to look just like him.
She didn't know what to do. A rush of hatred, pain and anger rushed through her.
Pain from the fact that this was the first time she had seen him, and she couldn't reach out or say anything to him. Pain that he had caused over the years from not being there for her. Pain from never having many people to turn to because he had left her mum before Sara was even born. He was a coward.
Then the anger and hatred set in. HOW DARE HE? All those years of not being there for her when she needed him the most. She was blinded by her angry tears. Everything was blurry. He looked so sad. But why was he there?
Just then, something pulled her backwards and she was sent flying back to reality.
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Chapter Ten; A Chocolate Bar Saved My Life
Sara woke up, but kept her eyes closed so she could sense where she was. Something was digging in her back and judging by the smell of where she was, she hadn't been found. She opened her eyes and looked around. She was still in the clearing and the sun was now setting. Why hadn't she been found? If she had been asleep all day, then surely someone would've seen her and helped her? She propped herself up on her elbows, trying to remember whet dream she was just having . . . . but the more she tried to think of it, the more the memory filtered away.
She stood up carefully, just in case the pain would come back again. And she wasn't wrong. Only this time it wasn't as bad. Wincing, she gingerly walked over to the pathway she had taken here. Looking around she tried to remember which fork way she had chosen. Left or right? Hmmmmmm . . .
She shrugged and chose the right. She was right handed after all. Not that it had anything to do with it. What was it that Galadriel said? 'You must choose your path . . . '
Fat lot of good that did! Look where that took her. Sara didn't even know herself! Sighing, she couldn't care less if she was lost. All she wanted to do was sleep . . . speaking of wants and needs, she was starving! Sara could almost see a chocolate bar beckoning her to take another right. . . . and then a left . . . and the path in the middle . . . and walk up towards Rivendell . . .
WHAT?
"Oh my GOD! A chocolate bar saved my life!" Sara exclaimed and practically ran towards the palace, despite the funny looks she was getting, she still ran and kissed the stone walls of it to make sure that they were real.
She let out a piercing scream and fell to the floor again when more pain struck her. Once more, she felt blackness taking over.
**************************************************************************** ************
"Sara, Sara! Are you alright?" she felt someone shake her, but the blackness was so comforting. She never wanted to leave.
She had just had another dream like the first one. But this time she could remember something about it. Yes . . .
It was her family . . . just like it was before. Before she left. She tried to frown, but she couldn't so anything. Just stay where she was. In the dark.
"Sara. Sara, listen to me, you just need to open your eyes," the voice commanded.
Sara tried to place whom that the voice belonged to. She could recognise it from somewhere. Anyway, he couldn't tell her what to do. For all he knew, she could just lie here forever and never return. She was after all an immortal. She had nothing left to stay for. Her family were all gone. She had left them. She felt another pain in her heart, and she tried not to retch. It was so painful. Why couldn't it just end? Why couldn't she just resign herself to the dark?
Here her eyes were wide open. She looked behind her and saw something in the distance. What was it? She walked towards it. For some reason she broke into a run. She needed to get there. She needed to be there right now- or she'd miss it.
Miss what? She suddenly thought.
Your chance to be free, away from here, she answered herself. Away from all the pain.
She sprinted as fast as she could. A sweat was breaking out on her forehead. It was getting closer now. Sara stopped dead in her tracks. She was out of breath; but not because she was running, but because of what she saw.
Her family.
It was a room. She stepped into it and looked around. From somewhere distant she felt herself being picked up; but she didn't care. Nothing would stop her now.
Her granddad was watching something, sitting on a cream sofa with tears in his eyes.
"Why are you crying?" Sara asked, but no words formed from her mouth.
She couldn't speak. Not even to her family. She felt a lump in her throat. She saw someone else sitting next to him. It was her mother. She was crying freely. Sara reached out to touch her. But for some reason she couldn't reach her. Sara took a step forward, but they moved back. Sara stood in front of them and waved. They couldn't see her. She felt something trickle down her cheek and only then did she realise that she was crying. She saw someone sitting next to her mum, with a guilty face. He was looking at her mother. Sara studied him. She recognised him from somewhere . . .
He had a tanned face, with laughter lines around his deep brown eyes. He spoke something and her mother nodded. Sara saw his almost perfect white teeth, but they had a gap in between the two front ones, not a big one, just very slight. She had seen them from somewhere. Sara tried to catch what he said, but she couldn't hear the words. She felt more pain in her chest.
He looked ahead of him at nothing. Sara could've sworn that she had seen that face too. . .
Then it hit her.
It was her father.
Sara chocked a sob.
She used to look just like him.
She didn't know what to do. A rush of hatred, pain and anger rushed through her.
Pain from the fact that this was the first time she had seen him, and she couldn't reach out or say anything to him. Pain that he had caused over the years from not being there for her. Pain from never having many people to turn to because he had left her mum before Sara was even born. He was a coward.
Then the anger and hatred set in. HOW DARE HE? All those years of not being there for her when she needed him the most. She was blinded by her angry tears. Everything was blurry. He looked so sad. But why was he there?
Just then, something pulled her backwards and she was sent flying back to reality.
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