A/N: Sorry it took a while, I hope you guys really like this chapter as
much as I liked writing it! Hehehe! It's good!
Disclaimer: see chapter one.
Chapter eight: Blood Bound
A loud drowned out sound came to my ears and I quickly sat up in Belle's bed. Even with the pain worsening in my arm. I stared around the room with my fuzzy vision. My eyes began to fade into the sun lit room. I held tight to the sheets as the pain aggravated my shoulder.
"Hello?" I called out.
Belle's room seemed quiet and empty. Until a very tall brunette haired woman came into view.
"Grace be the Valar, you are alive!" she shouted.
The woman then ran over to me and stared deeply into my eyes.
"Yes?" I questioned.
At this question her face looked taken back, and I wanted to add something but she spoke.
"Do you not recognize your own sister?" she asked.
"I don't have a sister, I am a servant of king Thranduil," I explained.
Tears came to the woman's eyes and I really wanted to hold her in my arms for a strange reason.
"What hath become of my sister?" she cried.
"What is your name?" I kindly questioned.
"Arwen," She answered. "Does that remind you of anything?"
I paused and looked at her features. She was very beautiful, and so kind. It was then that I noticed she had ears like mine.
'She is an elf?' I thought.
"No, I don't think I know who you are," I answered.
Tears came to Arwen's eyes. She lowered her head to the bed and began to cry hysterically into the soft comfortable sheets.
Someone quickly rushed into the room. It was a very tall, brunette haired, and skinny, who I assumed to be an elf, considering I have only seen elves around Mirkwood. Beside the male elf, was a female, tall and blonde. Not to mention very beautiful. They both walked swiftly over to Arwen, who was still crying her eyes out. They both slowly began to lift her from the bed and pull her away. But she would not move.
She forced herself onto the bed, gripping it tightly. I almost laughed as I saw these older people trying to pry her away.
"Atar!" Arwen cried. "Galadwen, she-"
Her sobs stopped her speech.
I stared at the elves in awe. But they finally got Arwen off of the bed. The three elves slowly hobbled over to a chair where they sat Arwen down. Then the male came over to the bed and kneeled beside it next to me. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it gently. His eyes seemed so kind, and yet familiar.
"My Selde what has come over you?" he questioned while he looked lovingly into my eyes.
He looked so familiar, although it was impossible to recognize anyone in this time. I brought my eyes to his fore head. He was wearing a binded, gold, almost upside down crown shaped thing.
"I'm not your daughter!" I shouted.
But then I thought. 'He didn't say daughter he had said selde. I understood elvish?'
He had said nothing. But he only looked at me with worry filled eyes.
"Galadwen, you do have a father, and I am he. It would destroy my world to know that you were blind to us, to your family." He calmly said. "Perhaps Galadriel shall speak with you,"
And without me replying to this, he stood up and called over the blonde, beautiful elf.
"Galadwen, we are not here to harm you, we only come because are bound to us by blood." She said as her blue orbs glistened with the sun. "And we do not wish loss,"
There was an immediate pause. Nothing happened but I began to hear voices in my head. Some were loud like beating of drums, and others were softer than a bird singing into the morning sun.
"Galadwen?" She questioned.
Her voice seemed troubled. I turned to her with a slight smile but her face was filled with shock.
"What is it?" I asked her.
"You do not know of us," she worriedly said. "'Tis not your fault, A spell upon the white moon has been cast, I can see it in you."
I stared at her in wonderment.
"A spell, what do you mean?" I asked.
"We underestimated this power. We had sent you here for that you would be protected. Mirkwood was a haven."
"Protected from what?"
There was a quiet and eerie pause. Only the pleasant air made a sound as it swept by. I was still up right in Belle's bed, but I was now to frightened to move.
"What are you saying?" I coughed out.
She sighed and turned to the other man, who was aiding Arwen. I stared at her face, and then to the male elf. He nodded to the blonde elf and she turned to me. I gave a shrug as they gawked at me.
"You are the granddaughter of Galadriel, Lady of the wood. This man is your father, Lord Elrond, ruler of Rivendell, and this is his daughter, your sister Arwen. You also have two brothers, who are Elladan and Elrohir, who are all before you now," a deep voice said as someone walked into the room.
I turned my head slightly to a very tall (does it bug you that I keep saying tall, even though I am an elf?) man who was covered in the brightest of whites. He slowly approached the bed with a very intricate white walking stick. He also pushed two elves into the room. Both handsome and with brown hair.
"Galadwen, it has been a long while since we have crossed path's." he easily said.
I only gave him a look of confusion.
"Gandalf, she has seen much, but she is no longer Galadwen. She is a mask, of her my daughter does not recognize her blood." Elrond sadly said.
Then Elrond stepped over to the man I assumed as Gandalf leaving Arwen to cry in shock. I stared at her in pity. I then turned my gaze to Gandalf and Elrond.
"It is wonderful to see you again!" Elrohir whispered.
I just stared at them in shock. I didn't know what to think. They were sitting there telling me, I was a princess. How could that be, I am a girl from Dansville, Illinois. How could I be, a, princess?
While I was zoning out, I didn't even notice the Galadriel had sat next to me. She placed her warm smooth hand on my head. She moved the hair from my face and placed it behind my elven ears.
"Galadwen, my child, do you not see we need you? Please, whatever is left inside of that body that is yours, please come out?" She begged.
I brought my eyes to her. I thought of every action I had done that night Belle and I had made that wish. I reviewed the day carefully, and it was then when I realized what was going on.
I brought my eyes around the room and viewed it carefully, until I came upon Elrond's worried face.
"Atar?" I whispered with a gulp.
~*~ A/N: I had to pull a quick one, I wondered what It was like, it was fun, well here ya go! And don't forget to review! Like a mad person (we all are don't lie, your among friends) jk. Okay TTFN all! L&H!
Disclaimer: see chapter one.
Chapter eight: Blood Bound
A loud drowned out sound came to my ears and I quickly sat up in Belle's bed. Even with the pain worsening in my arm. I stared around the room with my fuzzy vision. My eyes began to fade into the sun lit room. I held tight to the sheets as the pain aggravated my shoulder.
"Hello?" I called out.
Belle's room seemed quiet and empty. Until a very tall brunette haired woman came into view.
"Grace be the Valar, you are alive!" she shouted.
The woman then ran over to me and stared deeply into my eyes.
"Yes?" I questioned.
At this question her face looked taken back, and I wanted to add something but she spoke.
"Do you not recognize your own sister?" she asked.
"I don't have a sister, I am a servant of king Thranduil," I explained.
Tears came to the woman's eyes and I really wanted to hold her in my arms for a strange reason.
"What hath become of my sister?" she cried.
"What is your name?" I kindly questioned.
"Arwen," She answered. "Does that remind you of anything?"
I paused and looked at her features. She was very beautiful, and so kind. It was then that I noticed she had ears like mine.
'She is an elf?' I thought.
"No, I don't think I know who you are," I answered.
Tears came to Arwen's eyes. She lowered her head to the bed and began to cry hysterically into the soft comfortable sheets.
Someone quickly rushed into the room. It was a very tall, brunette haired, and skinny, who I assumed to be an elf, considering I have only seen elves around Mirkwood. Beside the male elf, was a female, tall and blonde. Not to mention very beautiful. They both walked swiftly over to Arwen, who was still crying her eyes out. They both slowly began to lift her from the bed and pull her away. But she would not move.
She forced herself onto the bed, gripping it tightly. I almost laughed as I saw these older people trying to pry her away.
"Atar!" Arwen cried. "Galadwen, she-"
Her sobs stopped her speech.
I stared at the elves in awe. But they finally got Arwen off of the bed. The three elves slowly hobbled over to a chair where they sat Arwen down. Then the male came over to the bed and kneeled beside it next to me. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it gently. His eyes seemed so kind, and yet familiar.
"My Selde what has come over you?" he questioned while he looked lovingly into my eyes.
He looked so familiar, although it was impossible to recognize anyone in this time. I brought my eyes to his fore head. He was wearing a binded, gold, almost upside down crown shaped thing.
"I'm not your daughter!" I shouted.
But then I thought. 'He didn't say daughter he had said selde. I understood elvish?'
He had said nothing. But he only looked at me with worry filled eyes.
"Galadwen, you do have a father, and I am he. It would destroy my world to know that you were blind to us, to your family." He calmly said. "Perhaps Galadriel shall speak with you,"
And without me replying to this, he stood up and called over the blonde, beautiful elf.
"Galadwen, we are not here to harm you, we only come because are bound to us by blood." She said as her blue orbs glistened with the sun. "And we do not wish loss,"
There was an immediate pause. Nothing happened but I began to hear voices in my head. Some were loud like beating of drums, and others were softer than a bird singing into the morning sun.
"Galadwen?" She questioned.
Her voice seemed troubled. I turned to her with a slight smile but her face was filled with shock.
"What is it?" I asked her.
"You do not know of us," she worriedly said. "'Tis not your fault, A spell upon the white moon has been cast, I can see it in you."
I stared at her in wonderment.
"A spell, what do you mean?" I asked.
"We underestimated this power. We had sent you here for that you would be protected. Mirkwood was a haven."
"Protected from what?"
There was a quiet and eerie pause. Only the pleasant air made a sound as it swept by. I was still up right in Belle's bed, but I was now to frightened to move.
"What are you saying?" I coughed out.
She sighed and turned to the other man, who was aiding Arwen. I stared at her face, and then to the male elf. He nodded to the blonde elf and she turned to me. I gave a shrug as they gawked at me.
"You are the granddaughter of Galadriel, Lady of the wood. This man is your father, Lord Elrond, ruler of Rivendell, and this is his daughter, your sister Arwen. You also have two brothers, who are Elladan and Elrohir, who are all before you now," a deep voice said as someone walked into the room.
I turned my head slightly to a very tall (does it bug you that I keep saying tall, even though I am an elf?) man who was covered in the brightest of whites. He slowly approached the bed with a very intricate white walking stick. He also pushed two elves into the room. Both handsome and with brown hair.
"Galadwen, it has been a long while since we have crossed path's." he easily said.
I only gave him a look of confusion.
"Gandalf, she has seen much, but she is no longer Galadwen. She is a mask, of her my daughter does not recognize her blood." Elrond sadly said.
Then Elrond stepped over to the man I assumed as Gandalf leaving Arwen to cry in shock. I stared at her in pity. I then turned my gaze to Gandalf and Elrond.
"It is wonderful to see you again!" Elrohir whispered.
I just stared at them in shock. I didn't know what to think. They were sitting there telling me, I was a princess. How could that be, I am a girl from Dansville, Illinois. How could I be, a, princess?
While I was zoning out, I didn't even notice the Galadriel had sat next to me. She placed her warm smooth hand on my head. She moved the hair from my face and placed it behind my elven ears.
"Galadwen, my child, do you not see we need you? Please, whatever is left inside of that body that is yours, please come out?" She begged.
I brought my eyes to her. I thought of every action I had done that night Belle and I had made that wish. I reviewed the day carefully, and it was then when I realized what was going on.
I brought my eyes around the room and viewed it carefully, until I came upon Elrond's worried face.
"Atar?" I whispered with a gulp.
~*~ A/N: I had to pull a quick one, I wondered what It was like, it was fun, well here ya go! And don't forget to review! Like a mad person (we all are don't lie, your among friends) jk. Okay TTFN all! L&H!