**TEN YEARS LATER.LUMSDEN, SASKATCHWAN, CANADA**
"And that's how I met him. Now, you do believe your mother, right?"
"Yes, I do!" a young blonde haired girl by the name of Arwen said. "I love it when you tell me that story."
Christine smiled tenderly at her daughter. "Thank you, honey." It was hard to believe it had been that long since she had left Middle Earth. It was also hard to believe that her heart still constricted when she thought of the Elf.
The now 32 year old mother stared at her daughter's pointed ears. Now, this was the worst part of it all; Legolas would never know that the 10 year old Arwen was his daughter.
Christine had discovered she was pregnant about two weeks after she had returned. She had never thought about that because she had been hurting too badly after having to leave the only person who had taught her about true love.
But that didn't stop her from doing all she could so that she would be able to support her child. Christine had acquired a well-paying job at a local art gallery which she loved immensely. It helped her forget about the pain, well temporarily, but it was a start.
Besides the ears, her daughter had the soul-touching Elven singing voice.which nearly made Christine cry every time she heard it. In fact, at that moment, her daughter was singing a song on the radio. The singer's voice, although lovely, paled in comparison to Arwen's.
Once the song ended, Arwen turned to Christine and asked, "Mommy, do you miss him?"
'More than you know.' Christine wanted to say, but didn't. "Yes, I do. But I don't let it get in the way of my life."
Arwen tilted her head to one side and studied her mother. Her soft green eyes, much like Christine's, told her that she knew the truth.
'Never could fool an Elf.' Well, Half-Elf.' Christine thought and sighed. That was enough heartache for one night. It was time to do something else.
Thankfully, Arwen used that moment to pull out a board game. And with that, mother and daughter sat down on the floor to play it.
"And that's how I met him. Now, you do believe your mother, right?"
"Yes, I do!" a young blonde haired girl by the name of Arwen said. "I love it when you tell me that story."
Christine smiled tenderly at her daughter. "Thank you, honey." It was hard to believe it had been that long since she had left Middle Earth. It was also hard to believe that her heart still constricted when she thought of the Elf.
The now 32 year old mother stared at her daughter's pointed ears. Now, this was the worst part of it all; Legolas would never know that the 10 year old Arwen was his daughter.
Christine had discovered she was pregnant about two weeks after she had returned. She had never thought about that because she had been hurting too badly after having to leave the only person who had taught her about true love.
But that didn't stop her from doing all she could so that she would be able to support her child. Christine had acquired a well-paying job at a local art gallery which she loved immensely. It helped her forget about the pain, well temporarily, but it was a start.
Besides the ears, her daughter had the soul-touching Elven singing voice.which nearly made Christine cry every time she heard it. In fact, at that moment, her daughter was singing a song on the radio. The singer's voice, although lovely, paled in comparison to Arwen's.
Once the song ended, Arwen turned to Christine and asked, "Mommy, do you miss him?"
'More than you know.' Christine wanted to say, but didn't. "Yes, I do. But I don't let it get in the way of my life."
Arwen tilted her head to one side and studied her mother. Her soft green eyes, much like Christine's, told her that she knew the truth.
'Never could fool an Elf.' Well, Half-Elf.' Christine thought and sighed. That was enough heartache for one night. It was time to do something else.
Thankfully, Arwen used that moment to pull out a board game. And with that, mother and daughter sat down on the floor to play it.