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Why?
Suddenly the falling stopped and Sirius came into contact with a forest floor. A pain, both physical and emotional, panged in his chest. He'd injured himself falling through the arch, and the thought occurred to him that he'd never be able to see Harry or Dumbledore again.
The pain in his head seared as he tried to sit up. It was that bad that the surrounding area, which seemed tranquil, was just a blur. A tear rolled down his cheek and a few moments later, he blacked out.
*****
Sirius' eyes opened briefly. He saw a tall figure clad in white stood above him.
"Here, drink this," a silvery voice said softly.
"Where am I?" he asked slowly, forming the words very carefully on his dry, cracked lips.
"You are in Rivendell, home of the Elves," came the reply
"Where?"
"It is in Middle-Earth. Where are you from? You look like a human but there is an air of magic around you. We also found a wand with you, but they aren't used anymore by anybody in Middle-earth,"
"I'm from London, my name is Sirius,"
"Arwen,"
"What?"
"My name,"
Sirius laughed darkly. The memories of the past few days came floating back and he closed his eyes in pain.
"Where is London?" Arwen asked.
"England," he answered curtly. He didn't want to talk anymore.
"England?"
"In Europe," he opened his eyes which focused on her ears. "Are you an elf?"
"Yes, of course," she looked surprised. "Why?"
"The elves that we have in London, don't actually resemble humans,"
"Oh,"
Sirius winced as she brushed a strand of hair out of his eyes. She smiled gently and sat on his bed.
"There's something else bothering you, please tell me,"
"I can never return to where I came from," Sirius proceeded to tell Arwen his story. Tears of pain and sympathy rolled down her cheeks.
"I know how you feel; I had to leave me home too,"
Sirius saw the pain in her eyes as she said this and he reached up to wipe away her tears. Their faces came closer.
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
"I'm sorry too,"
Their lips met in a passionate embrace, and their tears combined as their cheeks touched.
*****
Twenty years later, on the eve of their marriage, Sirius clutched Arwen's pendant to his chest. A tear rolled down his cheek as he watched her body being put into the prepared tomb.
It was all his fault. She had given up her immortality for him and now she was gone. He didn't have anyone left. He was alone once more.
He placed the pendant in her cold, white hands and said his final goodbye to his elven wife.
Why?
Suddenly the falling stopped and Sirius came into contact with a forest floor. A pain, both physical and emotional, panged in his chest. He'd injured himself falling through the arch, and the thought occurred to him that he'd never be able to see Harry or Dumbledore again.
The pain in his head seared as he tried to sit up. It was that bad that the surrounding area, which seemed tranquil, was just a blur. A tear rolled down his cheek and a few moments later, he blacked out.
*****
Sirius' eyes opened briefly. He saw a tall figure clad in white stood above him.
"Here, drink this," a silvery voice said softly.
"Where am I?" he asked slowly, forming the words very carefully on his dry, cracked lips.
"You are in Rivendell, home of the Elves," came the reply
"Where?"
"It is in Middle-Earth. Where are you from? You look like a human but there is an air of magic around you. We also found a wand with you, but they aren't used anymore by anybody in Middle-earth,"
"I'm from London, my name is Sirius,"
"Arwen,"
"What?"
"My name,"
Sirius laughed darkly. The memories of the past few days came floating back and he closed his eyes in pain.
"Where is London?" Arwen asked.
"England," he answered curtly. He didn't want to talk anymore.
"England?"
"In Europe," he opened his eyes which focused on her ears. "Are you an elf?"
"Yes, of course," she looked surprised. "Why?"
"The elves that we have in London, don't actually resemble humans,"
"Oh,"
Sirius winced as she brushed a strand of hair out of his eyes. She smiled gently and sat on his bed.
"There's something else bothering you, please tell me,"
"I can never return to where I came from," Sirius proceeded to tell Arwen his story. Tears of pain and sympathy rolled down her cheeks.
"I know how you feel; I had to leave me home too,"
Sirius saw the pain in her eyes as she said this and he reached up to wipe away her tears. Their faces came closer.
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
"I'm sorry too,"
Their lips met in a passionate embrace, and their tears combined as their cheeks touched.
*****
Twenty years later, on the eve of their marriage, Sirius clutched Arwen's pendant to his chest. A tear rolled down his cheek as he watched her body being put into the prepared tomb.
It was all his fault. She had given up her immortality for him and now she was gone. He didn't have anyone left. He was alone once more.
He placed the pendant in her cold, white hands and said his final goodbye to his elven wife.