AN: I've had far too much time. My updates get quicker as I get more plot bunnies. **gets all hyper off of watching the Matrix Reloaded** That movie had a lousy ending. Anyway.. This one has a bit of déjà vu and we also see a familiar face, though probably not how you expected to see them. Beware the biker.. or maybe they're a waiter.. or maybe.. well, you'll see..
To Fate.
Chapter nine: Familiarity.
Elladan was practially falling over from exhaustion when they finally reached London. Surely enough, it was just where they thought it would be. Elrohir had been pushing the two far too hard, but he was eager to get there. A hotel would be nice at this point, and the twins were fully aware that hotels exsisted. Rule number one for Elladan: Know your enemy.
Elrohir looked around, realizing how far into town they had gotten. Buildings and cars were everywhere. It was certainly a change from the day-to-day appearance of Rivendell. People crowded the streets, but that's when he saw her. There was a woman, probably no older than twenty something, walking across the street. Khakis and a tan turtleneck sweater gave her a sweet, gentle appearance with dark chocolate eyes and long wavey brown hair.
"Elladan, you go find a hotel. I'll find you. Shouldn't be too hard.." Elrohir had already begun wandering over to the girl as he spoke.
"Surely. See you around, little brother." Elladan knew of the bond Elven twins had and knew that Elrohir would have no problem finding his brother. He walked across the street, hopped in a taxi to avoid the stares he got for looking like a medieval impersonator, and drove off.
Elrohir came slowly closer to the woman, stopping on the opposite side of a motorcycle the woman had stopped at. She looked up.
"Puis-je aider vous?" (Can I help you? in French as far as I know) Her voice had a strong French accent. Elrohir raised a brow, unsure what tongue the young woman was speaking in.
"Um.. I'm terribly sorry. Didn't know you didn't speak the common tongue." He stayed put, arching a brow as he stared openly at the girl. There was an air of familiarity about her and a glow quite unnatural for any human.
"Listen, dude. Back off. And stop staring!" Her voiced quickly changed to a light British accent, seeming more at home in the mouth it had come from. She pulled the turtleneck over her head, a black tee-shirt underneath. Quickly fumbling through the sattlebags on the motorcycle, she pulled out a beige coat, putting it on.
"You do speak." He frowned, unsure of what she was trying to pull. "Do I know you?" Elrohir arched a brow, sure that there was no way he knew this girl but it seemed to odd.
"Doubt it." She paused, looking up. "I'm Dawn if it means anything to you. Does it?" The quick tongue, obviously gifted to this tough woman, seemed to slow in recognision.
"Dawn.. Miruial..?" Elrohir tried to process it. He took a moment, blinking sporatically.
"You speak Elvish? Sindar I suppose that would be. Yes. Miruial is Dawn, in Sindarin." She got on the motorcycle thinking a moment. "Tunic boy, get on."
Elrohir looked down at the bike, blinking. Get on? What kind of an idiot would get on something that looked like that?! Well.. he was an idiot. Therefore, he got right on the back of the bike, not asking a question about it.
Dawn started the engine, hurrying to the ultimate distination, still unknown to Elrohir. She swerved through traffic, beating rushhour quickly. Finally, they stopped in front of a small building, appearing to be a boarding house of some sort.
"Come on." Dawn swung her leg over the bike, turning it off only then, and hurried up the steps to the home. Elrohir quickly followed suit, ending up just behind the woman as they went up the stairs. What kind of moron was he? Following a complete stranger into the unknown? It was madness, though at the moment it seemed so right.
She headed up the stairs, followed closely by Elrohir, and into a room at the end of a hall. With a quick turn of the handle and a rough push, the door swung open and the young woman walked in. Elrohir hesistantly stepped inside, closing the door quietly behind him.
"I remind you of someone, no? Perhaps someone you knew and thought was gone. Someone whom if you found, you wouldn't doubt your choice to stay. Someone.. different from everyone else outside right now?" Dawn arched a brow, taking a seat at a small table near the door. Elrohir moved over to the table, also taking a seat.
"Yes. Someone.. different I suppose you could say. An old friend." He furrowed his brow, trying to comprehend. Before he knew it, Dawn reached over, pushing his hair behind his ear.
"I've been looking for you for a while, 'Rohir." The young woman leaned back again. "As if you didn't get it already, I am in fact the person whom I remind you of. And no, you aren't crazy. She didn't leave though. She tried, just couldn't. After years of struggling to leave, she did. Died at Sea though. An ambush off of the coast. And as you know, Elves are reborn. Elves stay Elves as well and are quite immortal." She brushed her own hair from her face, exposing a pointed ear.
AN: I'll leave you all hanging with this one. Its getting a bit long. Good cliffhanger moment in my opinion. Bringing back an old character.. creating a few hints of confusion.. and one overly trusting Elf.