Hello from ElfHuntressAutumnBurgundy! I would like to say that I did warn
everyone to read Chapter Nineteen when it was posted, since it would
explain some things about Chapter Eighteen. Even the title (Shattered
"DREAMS") should have given a nice clue. However, I am fully aware that
when reading things for the first time, one does not have the benefit of
hindsight to help one derive conclusions from vague insinuations, so as I
said, all is good. I am very grateful to all of our reviewers for the kind
compliments we received, even on Chapter Eighteen, such as, "sad, but well-
written" and "please continue." The approval of readers does mean a great
deal to an author, as I am sure most of you know, having fics of your own.
I am especially thrilled with the comments from our fellow Christians M'
arevanye and Curlysloo. However, I will reiterate that Phe-Chan and I do
intend to continue the fic as we originally planned. Wicked Lady, as to
your request, I regret to say that the chapter you refer to has been
written for months and will probably not be terribly altered, unless it be
to make it match Chapters Seventeen through about Twenty-two or Twenty-
three, which we are just now in the process of writing. I would like to
mention here that a sequel to "Elven Dreams and Misadventures" is being
planned and is, in fact, already being written. We do not intend to post
this story until we have finished with both "Wishes of Golden Chain" and
"Elven Dreams and Misadventures." Also, if any of our reviewers would like
for Phe-Chan or me to read one of their own fics, please leave the name of
the fic in one of your reviews and - provided that the fic is neither slash
nor rated higher than PG-13 - we will attempt to read it and review.
"I'm really sorry about all of this," Joseph told Gil-galad's armor-bearers as he, Jeremie, and Megan struggled with the cords that bound the young elves. "I don't know what's gotten into my daughter, that she would even think of doing this to anyone."
"They were both very polite about the whole business," one elf said. His friend gave him a quizzical look. "You were still unconscious," the first elf explained. "After she attacked us, wrestled me to the ground, and took my armor, she apologized and said that she needed the armor to rescue King Gil-galad. She also told me that she had arranged for someone to find and free us and asked me to pray for them."
"O, I see," said the second elf, a touch sarcastically, rubbing his wrist.
"Which 'she' was this?" asked Megan, working at the ropes about the first elf's ankles.
"There was a tall girl with russet hair and gray eyes. That was she," the first elf replied.
"That would be Sivi, Mr. Joseph's daughter," Megan said. "What's your name?"
"I am Erynen, son of Amanen," replied the first elf. "My companion is Erynsir, son of my father's brother Amansir."
"We're very pleased to meet you," Jeremie returned. "I'm Jeremie, son of, uh, Mike. Megan--?"
"I'm Megan, daughter of Gregory."
"And I am Joseph, son of Elmer."
"And we are all at one another's service, I am most certain," said Erynsir with a polite impatience. "Yet, an if it should please thee, Joseph the son of Elmer, I believe that I should like a more complete and satisfactory account of the justifications of the attack upon our persons."
"Sorry, what?" Joseph said with raised brows.
"He wants to know why he got jumped," Megan supplied in a bored tone.
"Jumped, Lady Megan?" Erynen asked, watching her with a rather odd look on his face.
"Attacked."
"Ah."
"Well, it's sort of a long story," Joseph spoke up, "and we have to catch up to Gil-galad and Elendil. If you could wait until we get back -"
"No," Erynsir interrupted firmly. "My lord, your daughter is subject to your just pleasure, so long as that pleasure be truly just. When she does well, yours is the due credit. When she acts rashly, to the harm of another's well being, the fault is yours to answer or to answer for. My cousin and I are wronged and needs must be properly redressed. I do not ask for a great deal; if Erynen wishes, he may demand more of you, and you perforce must pay it, to the lasting credit of your honor. All that I require is the knowledge of why I have been 'jumped,' as the daughter of Gregory sees fit to speak it."
Joseph sighed and blew a bronze ringlet of hair upwards. He looked at Megan with a wry smile.
"Translation, please?"
"He wants an explanation. You owe him that explanation. You don't owe it to him later. You owe it to him now."
"Well, then," Joseph replied, "we'd best sit down again, 'cause we're gonna be here a while."
Jeremie and Megan had expected Joseph to begin with the fact that Gil- galad was in danger and then explain their meager plans for the king's rescue; hence the simultaneous looks of surprise they shared when Joseph proceeded to start his tale with Legolas' arrival in New York and the concept that there were, indeed, worlds besides Ea, from one of which he and his companions came. Hastily, they recovered themselves. After all, Joseph's story would be hard enough for the two elves to accept without Megan and Jeremie looking as if they had no idea what their friend was talking about.
By the time Joseph had finished, the eyebrows of the armor-bearers could not be seen; they were camouflaged in the elves' hairlines. Erynen was incredulous. Erynsir was scornful. "You lie very poorly," was all that he said.
"Look," said Jeremie, losing his generous patience at last, "we've already told you that we have somewhere important to be. We gave you what you asked for: the truth. Now we're leaving. C'mon, guys," he continued, "let's get out of here."
As they got to their feet, Jeremie turned again to the startled elves and added,
"You know, we didn't have to set you guys loose, but we did. That alone should have taken care of any 'debts' we might have owed you. I don't think we owed you anything. We didn't know what Sivi was going to do. We had no way of stopping her. That means that not only did we set you free without any obligation to do so, we wasted our valuable time giving you an explanation that we never had to give, which you then proceeded to throw back in our faces. I really think the two of you owe US something."
"I apologize for calling you liars," Erynsir conceded with aforced humility, "but you must confess that your story is the most unlikely of tales."
"Yeah, I'll confess that," Jeremie answered, "but it's still true."
"Whether or not the tale is true, we do indeed owe you a debt of gratitude for our freedom," Erynen spoke up. "However, I agree with and uphold my cousin's statement that you owed us a debt for your daughter's actions, since a father is responsible for his child. Therefore each debt may be canceled by the other, an if you be willing."
"We are," Joseph agreed. "If you want us to prove our story, Erynsir, you can come with us and it'll all get verified."
"We shall indeed," Erynsir answered gravely.
"Peachy," Megan said. "Can we go now, or are we going to nitpick details for another three years?"
"I'm really sorry about all of this," Joseph told Gil-galad's armor-bearers as he, Jeremie, and Megan struggled with the cords that bound the young elves. "I don't know what's gotten into my daughter, that she would even think of doing this to anyone."
"They were both very polite about the whole business," one elf said. His friend gave him a quizzical look. "You were still unconscious," the first elf explained. "After she attacked us, wrestled me to the ground, and took my armor, she apologized and said that she needed the armor to rescue King Gil-galad. She also told me that she had arranged for someone to find and free us and asked me to pray for them."
"O, I see," said the second elf, a touch sarcastically, rubbing his wrist.
"Which 'she' was this?" asked Megan, working at the ropes about the first elf's ankles.
"There was a tall girl with russet hair and gray eyes. That was she," the first elf replied.
"That would be Sivi, Mr. Joseph's daughter," Megan said. "What's your name?"
"I am Erynen, son of Amanen," replied the first elf. "My companion is Erynsir, son of my father's brother Amansir."
"We're very pleased to meet you," Jeremie returned. "I'm Jeremie, son of, uh, Mike. Megan--?"
"I'm Megan, daughter of Gregory."
"And I am Joseph, son of Elmer."
"And we are all at one another's service, I am most certain," said Erynsir with a polite impatience. "Yet, an if it should please thee, Joseph the son of Elmer, I believe that I should like a more complete and satisfactory account of the justifications of the attack upon our persons."
"Sorry, what?" Joseph said with raised brows.
"He wants to know why he got jumped," Megan supplied in a bored tone.
"Jumped, Lady Megan?" Erynen asked, watching her with a rather odd look on his face.
"Attacked."
"Ah."
"Well, it's sort of a long story," Joseph spoke up, "and we have to catch up to Gil-galad and Elendil. If you could wait until we get back -"
"No," Erynsir interrupted firmly. "My lord, your daughter is subject to your just pleasure, so long as that pleasure be truly just. When she does well, yours is the due credit. When she acts rashly, to the harm of another's well being, the fault is yours to answer or to answer for. My cousin and I are wronged and needs must be properly redressed. I do not ask for a great deal; if Erynen wishes, he may demand more of you, and you perforce must pay it, to the lasting credit of your honor. All that I require is the knowledge of why I have been 'jumped,' as the daughter of Gregory sees fit to speak it."
Joseph sighed and blew a bronze ringlet of hair upwards. He looked at Megan with a wry smile.
"Translation, please?"
"He wants an explanation. You owe him that explanation. You don't owe it to him later. You owe it to him now."
"Well, then," Joseph replied, "we'd best sit down again, 'cause we're gonna be here a while."
Jeremie and Megan had expected Joseph to begin with the fact that Gil- galad was in danger and then explain their meager plans for the king's rescue; hence the simultaneous looks of surprise they shared when Joseph proceeded to start his tale with Legolas' arrival in New York and the concept that there were, indeed, worlds besides Ea, from one of which he and his companions came. Hastily, they recovered themselves. After all, Joseph's story would be hard enough for the two elves to accept without Megan and Jeremie looking as if they had no idea what their friend was talking about.
By the time Joseph had finished, the eyebrows of the armor-bearers could not be seen; they were camouflaged in the elves' hairlines. Erynen was incredulous. Erynsir was scornful. "You lie very poorly," was all that he said.
"Look," said Jeremie, losing his generous patience at last, "we've already told you that we have somewhere important to be. We gave you what you asked for: the truth. Now we're leaving. C'mon, guys," he continued, "let's get out of here."
As they got to their feet, Jeremie turned again to the startled elves and added,
"You know, we didn't have to set you guys loose, but we did. That alone should have taken care of any 'debts' we might have owed you. I don't think we owed you anything. We didn't know what Sivi was going to do. We had no way of stopping her. That means that not only did we set you free without any obligation to do so, we wasted our valuable time giving you an explanation that we never had to give, which you then proceeded to throw back in our faces. I really think the two of you owe US something."
"I apologize for calling you liars," Erynsir conceded with aforced humility, "but you must confess that your story is the most unlikely of tales."
"Yeah, I'll confess that," Jeremie answered, "but it's still true."
"Whether or not the tale is true, we do indeed owe you a debt of gratitude for our freedom," Erynen spoke up. "However, I agree with and uphold my cousin's statement that you owed us a debt for your daughter's actions, since a father is responsible for his child. Therefore each debt may be canceled by the other, an if you be willing."
"We are," Joseph agreed. "If you want us to prove our story, Erynsir, you can come with us and it'll all get verified."
"We shall indeed," Erynsir answered gravely.
"Peachy," Megan said. "Can we go now, or are we going to nitpick details for another three years?"