Ch. 8- A Decision
In Gandalf's Chambers:
Aranel closed the book titled: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. She had just finished reading it now she was going to go back to her old world. Legolas ran into the room, and Eomer held back a smile. Aranel set the book on her chair and went to him. He looked into her eyes, brought her closer to him, and kissed her deeply. Aranel pulled away, blinking back tears, and hugged him. She went back to the book, her green gown that Eowyn had given her, swishing as she moved.
"Thank you so much, all of you. For everything," she said. She looked from Eomer to Eowyn to Legolas. "I'll miss you all." Her eyes lingered on Legolas as if under a spell until she blinked and looked away.
"Goodbye, Aranel," Eomer and Eowyn said. Aranel smiled, gravely. She didn't want to leave but she had to.
She picked up the book and opened it to the last page, just as Eomer had told her to, and was drawn into it, accompanied by a flash of raidient blue light.
She was in darkness swirling with green light, and as soon as the swirling green light and darkness appeared, it was gone. She was siting at the table in the kitchen at Grimmauld Place.
"Hermione," a voice called. She looked around and saw Dumbledore and Luna sitting across the table from her, and Ron next to her . It had been Ron who had called.
"Ron!" Aranel exclaimed. She hugged Ron. "Luna! Dumbledore!" Someone cleared their throat. Aranel looked and saw Gandalf standing by the stove.
"Well met, Aranel," Gandalf said. Aranel smiled.
"Can you believe that Gandalf is Dumbledore's brother," Ron asked.
"I already knew," Aranel said. Ron got her a Butterbeer, which she drank, savoring it's taste, which she had long forgotten.
"Well, not much, apart from the fact that Luna's pregnant," Ron said casually. Aranel, who had been drinking just as he said this, choked on her Butterbeer. Gasping, she looked at the beaming couple.
"Luna, you're pregnant," she asked the expectant mother. Luna nodded, smiling.
"I'm so happy for you! Ron, you're going to be a dad," Aranel said, laughing. She couldn't picture Ron as a dad.
Two days went by and soon came the time when Gandalf had to go back to Middle Earth. He and Dumbledore had decided they would stay in their own worlds. They would destroy the linking books; Dumbledore would destroy the one in his world, and Gandalf, the one in his.
"I will send Fawkes if you are needed, Gandalf," Dumbledore said, putting the linking book on the table. Gandalf hugged his brother.
"It's been great to see you again, my brother," Gandalf said. He picked up the book, readied to open it, and then turned to Aranel, who was also there. "You are sure you don't want to come back? Once both the linking books are destroyed, you can never come back." Aranel nodded.
"I'm sure, Gandalf," Aranel said, but she wasn't sure. She didn't want to leave Ron and Luna again, but she wanted to go back to Legolas. Gandalf nodded.
"Goodbye, Aranel. Goodbye, Dumbledore," he said, and without another word, he opened the book, and was drawn in with a blinding white light. The book fell to the table and shut itself.
In Gandalf's Chambers:
Aranel closed the book titled: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. She had just finished reading it now she was going to go back to her old world. Legolas ran into the room, and Eomer held back a smile. Aranel set the book on her chair and went to him. He looked into her eyes, brought her closer to him, and kissed her deeply. Aranel pulled away, blinking back tears, and hugged him. She went back to the book, her green gown that Eowyn had given her, swishing as she moved.
"Thank you so much, all of you. For everything," she said. She looked from Eomer to Eowyn to Legolas. "I'll miss you all." Her eyes lingered on Legolas as if under a spell until she blinked and looked away.
"Goodbye, Aranel," Eomer and Eowyn said. Aranel smiled, gravely. She didn't want to leave but she had to.
She picked up the book and opened it to the last page, just as Eomer had told her to, and was drawn into it, accompanied by a flash of raidient blue light.
She was in darkness swirling with green light, and as soon as the swirling green light and darkness appeared, it was gone. She was siting at the table in the kitchen at Grimmauld Place.
"Hermione," a voice called. She looked around and saw Dumbledore and Luna sitting across the table from her, and Ron next to her . It had been Ron who had called.
"Ron!" Aranel exclaimed. She hugged Ron. "Luna! Dumbledore!" Someone cleared their throat. Aranel looked and saw Gandalf standing by the stove.
"Well met, Aranel," Gandalf said. Aranel smiled.
"Can you believe that Gandalf is Dumbledore's brother," Ron asked.
"I already knew," Aranel said. Ron got her a Butterbeer, which she drank, savoring it's taste, which she had long forgotten.
"Well, not much, apart from the fact that Luna's pregnant," Ron said casually. Aranel, who had been drinking just as he said this, choked on her Butterbeer. Gasping, she looked at the beaming couple.
"Luna, you're pregnant," she asked the expectant mother. Luna nodded, smiling.
"I'm so happy for you! Ron, you're going to be a dad," Aranel said, laughing. She couldn't picture Ron as a dad.
Two days went by and soon came the time when Gandalf had to go back to Middle Earth. He and Dumbledore had decided they would stay in their own worlds. They would destroy the linking books; Dumbledore would destroy the one in his world, and Gandalf, the one in his.
"I will send Fawkes if you are needed, Gandalf," Dumbledore said, putting the linking book on the table. Gandalf hugged his brother.
"It's been great to see you again, my brother," Gandalf said. He picked up the book, readied to open it, and then turned to Aranel, who was also there. "You are sure you don't want to come back? Once both the linking books are destroyed, you can never come back." Aranel nodded.
"I'm sure, Gandalf," Aranel said, but she wasn't sure. She didn't want to leave Ron and Luna again, but she wanted to go back to Legolas. Gandalf nodded.
"Goodbye, Aranel. Goodbye, Dumbledore," he said, and without another word, he opened the book, and was drawn in with a blinding white light. The book fell to the table and shut itself.