Woot woot! Guess what? This is the last chapter! Woo hooo!!!!! *dances
happily* I'm glad to get this finished. But don't worry, the sequel will be
up soon. I just have to finish another two fics, do a sequel to one of them
and then the sequel to this will be up! I swear!
Read on, and I will leave a note at the end!
Sorry if there are any mistakes!
Enjoy!
Chapter Eleven; Erase my Memory?
Sara snapped open her eyes and sat up, retching, her eyes still crying. But now they were watering severely for a different reason. Swallowing her bile, she rubbed her eyes and the room she was in came back into focus.
"Where am I?" she asked.
"You are in Rivendell," said an old deep, almost raspy voice from her left. She turned her head to face him.
He had an old face with a grey beard and hair to match. His robes were also a grey colour.
"How long have I been asleep for, Gandalf?" she asked.
If he was surprised that she knew his name, then he hid it well.
"Two days," he said matter-of-factly. "We were getting rather worried actually," he continued.
"Indeed, in the end we had to get you out of your sleep by using smelling salts," said another deep voice on the other side of her. She looked towards where it came from.
Lord Elrond was sitting on the other side of her. She should've known. Sitting next to him was Galadriel. What was this? Sara's death party or something?
She turned her gaze to the wall in front of her, staring unseeingly at something.
"I saw my father," she said quietly.
Galadriel smiled sadly, a tear slipped down her pale cheek. What must the child be going through?
"I saw my father," Sara repeated, crying herself. She turned to look at Galadriel. "Do you realise how much this is hurting me?" she sobbed.
Galadriel nodded sadly.
"What's the matter with me?" Sara pleaded.
Galadriel looked at Elrond.
"You are dying," Elrond said, the only emotion that he showed was in his eyes.
Sara nodded slowly and turned to face the wall in front of her again. She didn't care anymore.
"How long do I have left?" she asked quietly.
"Not very, but there is something we can do," Gandalf said.
"How long do I have left?" Sara asked again, this time a bit louder.
"About three days," Galadriel said softly. She could feel Sara's emotion surging strongly through her. But one was very prominent.
Relief.
Relief that she was finally leaving. Leaving her hell.
Sara nodded slowly.
"But, like I said, there is something we can do," Gandalf said.
Sara was only half listening, images of her dad flashing through her mind. Why did he suddenly have to appear now? It was only making her pain worse.
"What?" Sara asked. Not like she cared. She almost felt happy to be leaving this place. It was making her mad. She could see each member of her small family standing at the end of her bed. She smiled at them.
"We could change your memory," he answered.
Sara's smile stopped.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"We could erase all the memory you have of your past home," Galadriel said. "You would forget that you ever had a family before, and all you will feel is slight sorrow from leaving your house. It will be like moving home- but you won't remember that you left your family behind,"
Sara pondered this. She didn't know what to do. One part of her wanted to stay here, but the other part wanted for all this to end.
"I . . . I don't know anymore," she said, shaking her head.
"I think its best if we leave her for a while," Gandalf said, his eyes twinkling.
"I'm glad you're finding this bloody funny!" Sara shouted at him.
They made themselves scarce before she said anything else. She had a choice to make. Without realising that she was tired, she fell into a light sleep.
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When the three stepped outside Sara's room, they were immediately bombarded with questions.
"How is she?"
"Will she be okay?"
"How is she?" Elrohir repeated himself stupidly.
Elladan stood next to him.
"Can we see her yet?" Elladan asked.
"No, not yet-" Elrond began, but was cut off by Galadriel.
"Yes, you may. But she is sleeping now, so be quiet," she warned.
The twins nodded dutifully and stepped in the room noiselessly.
Elladan sat to the right of Sara and Elrohir on the left.
"Hello, Sara," Elrohir whispered to her.
"Don't be stupid, there isn't any sense in talking to her while she is asleep!" Elladan hissed younger brother (but only by two minutes).
"Yes there is! She can still hear us, you know!" was his reply.
"Will you two shut yer traps?" Sara asked.
They both visibly jumped.
"What does that mean?" Elladan asked.
"I think it means shut up, 'Ell," Elrohir answered.
"Why are you two here anyway?" Sara said, sitting up in the bed.
Elladan rolled his eyes as if it were obvious why they were sitting next to her watching her sleep.
"You're sick," Elrohir said. "We came to see how you are doing,"
Sara smiled. She was touched that she had made friends here. They were princes! If that didn't add more points to the list, then she didn't know what would. And they were good looking . . . not that she was shallow . . .
The twins sat there, watching her as she sat there counting in her head.
"Hello?" Elladan asked, and she snapped out of her trance.
"Huh? What?"
"I said, what is the matter with you? Why are you dying?" he repeated himself.
"Oh! Broken heart," she stated.
They both gaped at her, open-mouthed.
"What?" she asked.
"But you're so young . . . " Elrohir said.
Sara nodded. "Fourteen," she said.
"They can't cure broken hearts you know," Elladan said. Her fate was sealed.
"They can't? Oh, what a shame. They can cure mine though," she said.
They looked at her again.
"How?" they asked at the same time.
Sara took a moment to answer (just for effect).
"They can edit my memory," she said.
"They can?!" Elrohir breathed excitedly. "That's wonderful! You can be cured and go on adventures with us! It'll be great! Picture this. . . " Elrohir trailed off from the look on Sara's face.
"You don't want to get it done," Elladan said.
"I don't want to get it done," Sara repeated.
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"Do you think it's wise letting my two sons in there with her?" Elrond said, pacing back and forth in his study. Galadriel and Gandalf were watching him.
"I think that it is a good idea, myself," Gandalf said.
"Yes, I agree. Your sons will help Sara make her mind up about this," Galadriel said.
Elrond sighed and stopped pacing.
"I just hope she makes the right choice," he said.
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Sara sat and argued for what seemed like hours with Elladan and Elrohir. She didn't know anymore.
"Sara, you have to get this done," Elladan insisted.
"Yes, I agree completely with my brother for once. Just think; you wont remember anything about this once its over," Elrohir said.
Sara lifted her head out of her hands and eyes them both warily before giving her answer.
She sighed.
She had made her mind up, and now there was no going back.
"Go and get them then," Sara instructed Elrohir and his brother. "Apparently I don't have much time left,"
Mwa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha - *gets apple and rotten fruit thrown at her*.
What? Is that an evil place to leave a story? Hmmm? Well, here is my thank you list!
XxDragon Princess NikkixX: OMG! You are the nicest ever to walk this earth! Woot woot! Thank you for helping me get through this, you may not think so, but your reviews helped me get off my lazy arse and get typing! Thank you soooooooo much hunni! *huge hugs*
Selena the Moonwashed Vixen: You have stayed with me through the whole of this fic! For that you deserve a medal! When are you gonna update your fic n e way? Eh? ^_^. Thank you so much!
Susie: Thank you! Here was the next chapter! Hee hee!
Radiion-hobbitwarrior: Yes, I agree, Sara should teach the elves how to make chocolate. And yes, it is kinda deep. I know, that was the worst way for an author to end a fic, but. . . I'm just the worst author ever!
Dunthonwen: The man telling her to open her eyes was Gandalf, he had just arrived. I shoulda mentioned that somewhere. . . ah well! Thank you so much!
Death Angels: See, I did update! Thank you for your review, they are all greatly appreciated.
Anelith Wood: Yes, many ppl loved the chocolate part . . . mmmm . . . oh right! Thank you's! tee hee! Thanx hun!
AHH: Um. . . . nice name! Lol. Thank you for saying that this is a good fic!
Ainu Laire: thank you for putting this on your fave. list! Thanks sooo much!
Breej: If you thought the last chapter was a cliffie, then I don't wanna hear what you think of this! Argh!
EVERYBODY ELSE: THE SEQUEL WILL BE UP SOON! I PROMISE! I JUST WANTED TO SEPARATE THE TIME DIFFERENCES!
Thank you all once again!
X x x x
I want a least ten rviews, or no sequel! Mwa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Review!
Read on, and I will leave a note at the end!
Sorry if there are any mistakes!
Enjoy!
Chapter Eleven; Erase my Memory?
Sara snapped open her eyes and sat up, retching, her eyes still crying. But now they were watering severely for a different reason. Swallowing her bile, she rubbed her eyes and the room she was in came back into focus.
"Where am I?" she asked.
"You are in Rivendell," said an old deep, almost raspy voice from her left. She turned her head to face him.
He had an old face with a grey beard and hair to match. His robes were also a grey colour.
"How long have I been asleep for, Gandalf?" she asked.
If he was surprised that she knew his name, then he hid it well.
"Two days," he said matter-of-factly. "We were getting rather worried actually," he continued.
"Indeed, in the end we had to get you out of your sleep by using smelling salts," said another deep voice on the other side of her. She looked towards where it came from.
Lord Elrond was sitting on the other side of her. She should've known. Sitting next to him was Galadriel. What was this? Sara's death party or something?
She turned her gaze to the wall in front of her, staring unseeingly at something.
"I saw my father," she said quietly.
Galadriel smiled sadly, a tear slipped down her pale cheek. What must the child be going through?
"I saw my father," Sara repeated, crying herself. She turned to look at Galadriel. "Do you realise how much this is hurting me?" she sobbed.
Galadriel nodded sadly.
"What's the matter with me?" Sara pleaded.
Galadriel looked at Elrond.
"You are dying," Elrond said, the only emotion that he showed was in his eyes.
Sara nodded slowly and turned to face the wall in front of her again. She didn't care anymore.
"How long do I have left?" she asked quietly.
"Not very, but there is something we can do," Gandalf said.
"How long do I have left?" Sara asked again, this time a bit louder.
"About three days," Galadriel said softly. She could feel Sara's emotion surging strongly through her. But one was very prominent.
Relief.
Relief that she was finally leaving. Leaving her hell.
Sara nodded slowly.
"But, like I said, there is something we can do," Gandalf said.
Sara was only half listening, images of her dad flashing through her mind. Why did he suddenly have to appear now? It was only making her pain worse.
"What?" Sara asked. Not like she cared. She almost felt happy to be leaving this place. It was making her mad. She could see each member of her small family standing at the end of her bed. She smiled at them.
"We could change your memory," he answered.
Sara's smile stopped.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"We could erase all the memory you have of your past home," Galadriel said. "You would forget that you ever had a family before, and all you will feel is slight sorrow from leaving your house. It will be like moving home- but you won't remember that you left your family behind,"
Sara pondered this. She didn't know what to do. One part of her wanted to stay here, but the other part wanted for all this to end.
"I . . . I don't know anymore," she said, shaking her head.
"I think its best if we leave her for a while," Gandalf said, his eyes twinkling.
"I'm glad you're finding this bloody funny!" Sara shouted at him.
They made themselves scarce before she said anything else. She had a choice to make. Without realising that she was tired, she fell into a light sleep.
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When the three stepped outside Sara's room, they were immediately bombarded with questions.
"How is she?"
"Will she be okay?"
"How is she?" Elrohir repeated himself stupidly.
Elladan stood next to him.
"Can we see her yet?" Elladan asked.
"No, not yet-" Elrond began, but was cut off by Galadriel.
"Yes, you may. But she is sleeping now, so be quiet," she warned.
The twins nodded dutifully and stepped in the room noiselessly.
Elladan sat to the right of Sara and Elrohir on the left.
"Hello, Sara," Elrohir whispered to her.
"Don't be stupid, there isn't any sense in talking to her while she is asleep!" Elladan hissed younger brother (but only by two minutes).
"Yes there is! She can still hear us, you know!" was his reply.
"Will you two shut yer traps?" Sara asked.
They both visibly jumped.
"What does that mean?" Elladan asked.
"I think it means shut up, 'Ell," Elrohir answered.
"Why are you two here anyway?" Sara said, sitting up in the bed.
Elladan rolled his eyes as if it were obvious why they were sitting next to her watching her sleep.
"You're sick," Elrohir said. "We came to see how you are doing,"
Sara smiled. She was touched that she had made friends here. They were princes! If that didn't add more points to the list, then she didn't know what would. And they were good looking . . . not that she was shallow . . .
The twins sat there, watching her as she sat there counting in her head.
"Hello?" Elladan asked, and she snapped out of her trance.
"Huh? What?"
"I said, what is the matter with you? Why are you dying?" he repeated himself.
"Oh! Broken heart," she stated.
They both gaped at her, open-mouthed.
"What?" she asked.
"But you're so young . . . " Elrohir said.
Sara nodded. "Fourteen," she said.
"They can't cure broken hearts you know," Elladan said. Her fate was sealed.
"They can't? Oh, what a shame. They can cure mine though," she said.
They looked at her again.
"How?" they asked at the same time.
Sara took a moment to answer (just for effect).
"They can edit my memory," she said.
"They can?!" Elrohir breathed excitedly. "That's wonderful! You can be cured and go on adventures with us! It'll be great! Picture this. . . " Elrohir trailed off from the look on Sara's face.
"You don't want to get it done," Elladan said.
"I don't want to get it done," Sara repeated.
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"Do you think it's wise letting my two sons in there with her?" Elrond said, pacing back and forth in his study. Galadriel and Gandalf were watching him.
"I think that it is a good idea, myself," Gandalf said.
"Yes, I agree. Your sons will help Sara make her mind up about this," Galadriel said.
Elrond sighed and stopped pacing.
"I just hope she makes the right choice," he said.
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Sara sat and argued for what seemed like hours with Elladan and Elrohir. She didn't know anymore.
"Sara, you have to get this done," Elladan insisted.
"Yes, I agree completely with my brother for once. Just think; you wont remember anything about this once its over," Elrohir said.
Sara lifted her head out of her hands and eyes them both warily before giving her answer.
She sighed.
She had made her mind up, and now there was no going back.
"Go and get them then," Sara instructed Elrohir and his brother. "Apparently I don't have much time left,"
Mwa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha - *gets apple and rotten fruit thrown at her*.
What? Is that an evil place to leave a story? Hmmm? Well, here is my thank you list!
XxDragon Princess NikkixX: OMG! You are the nicest ever to walk this earth! Woot woot! Thank you for helping me get through this, you may not think so, but your reviews helped me get off my lazy arse and get typing! Thank you soooooooo much hunni! *huge hugs*
Selena the Moonwashed Vixen: You have stayed with me through the whole of this fic! For that you deserve a medal! When are you gonna update your fic n e way? Eh? ^_^. Thank you so much!
Susie: Thank you! Here was the next chapter! Hee hee!
Radiion-hobbitwarrior: Yes, I agree, Sara should teach the elves how to make chocolate. And yes, it is kinda deep. I know, that was the worst way for an author to end a fic, but. . . I'm just the worst author ever!
Dunthonwen: The man telling her to open her eyes was Gandalf, he had just arrived. I shoulda mentioned that somewhere. . . ah well! Thank you so much!
Death Angels: See, I did update! Thank you for your review, they are all greatly appreciated.
Anelith Wood: Yes, many ppl loved the chocolate part . . . mmmm . . . oh right! Thank you's! tee hee! Thanx hun!
AHH: Um. . . . nice name! Lol. Thank you for saying that this is a good fic!
Ainu Laire: thank you for putting this on your fave. list! Thanks sooo much!
Breej: If you thought the last chapter was a cliffie, then I don't wanna hear what you think of this! Argh!
EVERYBODY ELSE: THE SEQUEL WILL BE UP SOON! I PROMISE! I JUST WANTED TO SEPARATE THE TIME DIFFERENCES!
Thank you all once again!
X x x x
I want a least ten rviews, or no sequel! Mwa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Review!