Chapter Ten: The Light Bearer
Disclaimer: You know the deal. I don't own anything except Aila and the plot. Basically, yeah.
A/N: I think it's really funny when the chapter title is the same as the story title so it's like, "Hey, what book are you reading?"-- "The Light Bearer." "Oh yeah? What chapter?" "The Light Bearer." "No, you little ****, what chapter?!" "The Light Bearer!" HAHAHAAHAHA, okay, and I'm done. 0_o ^_^
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"Come then," said Arwen. "Let us all go to see you off."
"No, no. You don't all have to come with to say good-bye. I wouldn't trouble you so much. I will see you all soon, friends."
"Of course we will say good-bye to you, mellonim," Legolas cried. "We would not be proper friends if we did not." Aila smiled sleepily, thankful for such great friends. The quartet (A/N: no, not a barbershop quartet) was walking down the halls when they were stopped by Lord Elrond.
"Are you leaving, Lady Aila?"
"Yes, milord. I am tired and must go back to my world to rest."
"Arwen, will you find Lady Aila a room to stay in for tonight. I think it wise that she stay here for the night. She may be needed in the morning."
"Yes, Father."
"Thank you, sir, but why can't I sleep in my own bed."
"Because, dear child. We would not be able to pass through the mirror to get you!" Aila looked quite confused at this. How could she pass through, but no other could? "It's complicated really. Do you recall the writing on your mirror? Those runes at Sindarin. They mean 'The Light Bearer Shall Pass.' I knew that you were the Light Bearer immediately when I heard you had fallen through the mirror, but furthermore, Aila means 'Light Bearer.' It was even more clear. I believe you may be of some help in a council I am to hold tomorrow."
"As you wish, Lord Elrond." Too tired to really care about what the hell the Light Bearer was, or how she could be it, or why Legolas, Arwen, and Aragorn were staring at her like that, Aila walked like a dead person down the corridor. Arwen, seeing her tired friend almost fall, rushed to hold her arm up and guide her to the handily vacant room right across the hall from her own quarters. Legolas also rushed up to help keep Aila upright. His facial features registered concern and he set her down onto her bed. He and Aragorn left the room as Arwen sent for a maid to tend to Aila, who was still in her evening gown, fast asleep, once Legolas had set her down.
"The Light Bearer has come!" Legolas whispered to Aragorn as they left the room. "The Light Bearer has come." The smile on Aragorn's face showed his utter excitement.
"Yes. We will have much to explain to her tomorrow, mellonim. Much." Legolas nodded as he headed back to his own quarters, another rare smiling lighting up his handsome face. His blonde hair fell onto his shoulders and quivered lightly as he smiled and laughed alternatively on the walk back to his bed. Falling asleep that night, his last thought was "the Light Bearer has come."
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Aila awoke to Arwen shaking her shoulders lightly. She found herself in a nightgown that she hadn't been in previously and the memories of the two minutes prior to when she fell asleep clouded her vision as she watched herself talk to Lord Elrond and the shock register on the faces of her friends. She watched as she almost fell and the other three came running to assist her. For some strange reason she saw Legolas walking along the corridor, his blonde hair falling across his shoulders, smiling and laughing as he repeated "the Light Bearer has come." She had so many questions and so little answers.
"Aila," cooed Arwen, "It is time for you to wake up. You must get ready for my father's council." Aila reached up and rubbed the sleep from her brown eyes. "Come, mellonim, Light Bearer." Simply staring at the clothes that Arwen held up for her to wear, Aila shook her head and pushed them away. The tunic and leggings were too medieval for her. The dress was way out of character for her and she was surprised that she was happy wearing it. Her mantra had always been "spandex is not your friend," anyway, so how could she possibly wear leggings now?
"I'd be much happier in my own clothes," she said. She walked across the hall to Arwen's room and she bade her to hurry up as Aila stepped through the glass, finally knowing what the passage meant. "The Light Bearer Shall Pass." Quickly, Aila dressed into some light blue hip-huggers and a simple white tank top that clung to her skin and showed off her tan. In the dark, she could hardly see what she was doing. It was still 11:00 the previous day. Hardly able to contemplate this in her grogginess, Aila just looked to the task at hand. She didn't even take a shower to shave her legs or wash her face. Knowing she looked fine without her make-up, Aila walked back through the mirror, ready for the day ahead.
Arwen pulled her to breakfast where they met up with Aragorn and Legolas. The four greeted each other but they seemed to be all the more cautious around Aila, though she had no idea why. Legolas seemed to be concentrating on his thoughts mostly, or concentrating to keep his mind clear: something of the like.
"So what's up with this Light Bearer thing, anyway?" Aila asked, offhandedly. She grabbed a piece of toast and bit into it as her three friends tried to explain.
"The Light Bearer prophecy says that the Light Bearer will come from an unknown land through the mirror. Never did I think that you were the Light Bearer, Aila!" Arwen explained. "I just didn't think that you could be it. It does make sense though. No one else can pass through the mirror."
"Yeah, but what IS the Light Bearer? Why am I so important?"
"The Light Bearer," continued Legolas, "is something we don't know of ourselves. It is prophesized that the Light--YOU, are a Mind Walker and that you bring truth and knowledge where-ever you go. I can only see the truth in that because you obviously know the future."
"What the hell is a Mind Walker?" Aila exclaimed, still confused and dazed. A single bell tolled to interrupt her. Aragorn and Legolas got up, Legolas pulling Aila up with him. Suddenly, Aila saw a semi-circle of chairs set in a clearing in a forest, golden leaves fell cascading from the sky, accenting the beauty of the place.
"Come," Aragorn said, "Lord Elrond calls us to Council. You are coming too Aila. Good bye, melanim." Aragorn kissed Arwen on the cheek, who blushed profusely. Then he turned to Aila and answered her question. "A Mind Walker is someone who can read other people's minds, or walk within them. It's hard to explain, but I'm sure you'll realize your powers soon enough. You can use your Mind Walking abilities to unlock everything about a person."
"The prophecy," Legolas continued, "speaks of the Light Bearer who aids Middle Earth in its time of greatest need and unlocks many unknown secrets. Also it speaks of the Light Bearer falling in love and giving birth. One will be the elven child who shall rise to greatness and lead all elves to the Undying Lands, away from Middle Earth and its turmoil. The other will be the Light. But the Light Bearer must fall in love with the right elf, or else all elves come to an end."
"Oh, so no pressure, right?" Aila said sarcastically on the way to the council. Her bad mood was growing by the second.
Disclaimer: You know the deal. I don't own anything except Aila and the plot. Basically, yeah.
A/N: I think it's really funny when the chapter title is the same as the story title so it's like, "Hey, what book are you reading?"-- "The Light Bearer." "Oh yeah? What chapter?" "The Light Bearer." "No, you little ****, what chapter?!" "The Light Bearer!" HAHAHAAHAHA, okay, and I'm done. 0_o ^_^
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"Come then," said Arwen. "Let us all go to see you off."
"No, no. You don't all have to come with to say good-bye. I wouldn't trouble you so much. I will see you all soon, friends."
"Of course we will say good-bye to you, mellonim," Legolas cried. "We would not be proper friends if we did not." Aila smiled sleepily, thankful for such great friends. The quartet (A/N: no, not a barbershop quartet) was walking down the halls when they were stopped by Lord Elrond.
"Are you leaving, Lady Aila?"
"Yes, milord. I am tired and must go back to my world to rest."
"Arwen, will you find Lady Aila a room to stay in for tonight. I think it wise that she stay here for the night. She may be needed in the morning."
"Yes, Father."
"Thank you, sir, but why can't I sleep in my own bed."
"Because, dear child. We would not be able to pass through the mirror to get you!" Aila looked quite confused at this. How could she pass through, but no other could? "It's complicated really. Do you recall the writing on your mirror? Those runes at Sindarin. They mean 'The Light Bearer Shall Pass.' I knew that you were the Light Bearer immediately when I heard you had fallen through the mirror, but furthermore, Aila means 'Light Bearer.' It was even more clear. I believe you may be of some help in a council I am to hold tomorrow."
"As you wish, Lord Elrond." Too tired to really care about what the hell the Light Bearer was, or how she could be it, or why Legolas, Arwen, and Aragorn were staring at her like that, Aila walked like a dead person down the corridor. Arwen, seeing her tired friend almost fall, rushed to hold her arm up and guide her to the handily vacant room right across the hall from her own quarters. Legolas also rushed up to help keep Aila upright. His facial features registered concern and he set her down onto her bed. He and Aragorn left the room as Arwen sent for a maid to tend to Aila, who was still in her evening gown, fast asleep, once Legolas had set her down.
"The Light Bearer has come!" Legolas whispered to Aragorn as they left the room. "The Light Bearer has come." The smile on Aragorn's face showed his utter excitement.
"Yes. We will have much to explain to her tomorrow, mellonim. Much." Legolas nodded as he headed back to his own quarters, another rare smiling lighting up his handsome face. His blonde hair fell onto his shoulders and quivered lightly as he smiled and laughed alternatively on the walk back to his bed. Falling asleep that night, his last thought was "the Light Bearer has come."
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Aila awoke to Arwen shaking her shoulders lightly. She found herself in a nightgown that she hadn't been in previously and the memories of the two minutes prior to when she fell asleep clouded her vision as she watched herself talk to Lord Elrond and the shock register on the faces of her friends. She watched as she almost fell and the other three came running to assist her. For some strange reason she saw Legolas walking along the corridor, his blonde hair falling across his shoulders, smiling and laughing as he repeated "the Light Bearer has come." She had so many questions and so little answers.
"Aila," cooed Arwen, "It is time for you to wake up. You must get ready for my father's council." Aila reached up and rubbed the sleep from her brown eyes. "Come, mellonim, Light Bearer." Simply staring at the clothes that Arwen held up for her to wear, Aila shook her head and pushed them away. The tunic and leggings were too medieval for her. The dress was way out of character for her and she was surprised that she was happy wearing it. Her mantra had always been "spandex is not your friend," anyway, so how could she possibly wear leggings now?
"I'd be much happier in my own clothes," she said. She walked across the hall to Arwen's room and she bade her to hurry up as Aila stepped through the glass, finally knowing what the passage meant. "The Light Bearer Shall Pass." Quickly, Aila dressed into some light blue hip-huggers and a simple white tank top that clung to her skin and showed off her tan. In the dark, she could hardly see what she was doing. It was still 11:00 the previous day. Hardly able to contemplate this in her grogginess, Aila just looked to the task at hand. She didn't even take a shower to shave her legs or wash her face. Knowing she looked fine without her make-up, Aila walked back through the mirror, ready for the day ahead.
Arwen pulled her to breakfast where they met up with Aragorn and Legolas. The four greeted each other but they seemed to be all the more cautious around Aila, though she had no idea why. Legolas seemed to be concentrating on his thoughts mostly, or concentrating to keep his mind clear: something of the like.
"So what's up with this Light Bearer thing, anyway?" Aila asked, offhandedly. She grabbed a piece of toast and bit into it as her three friends tried to explain.
"The Light Bearer prophecy says that the Light Bearer will come from an unknown land through the mirror. Never did I think that you were the Light Bearer, Aila!" Arwen explained. "I just didn't think that you could be it. It does make sense though. No one else can pass through the mirror."
"Yeah, but what IS the Light Bearer? Why am I so important?"
"The Light Bearer," continued Legolas, "is something we don't know of ourselves. It is prophesized that the Light--YOU, are a Mind Walker and that you bring truth and knowledge where-ever you go. I can only see the truth in that because you obviously know the future."
"What the hell is a Mind Walker?" Aila exclaimed, still confused and dazed. A single bell tolled to interrupt her. Aragorn and Legolas got up, Legolas pulling Aila up with him. Suddenly, Aila saw a semi-circle of chairs set in a clearing in a forest, golden leaves fell cascading from the sky, accenting the beauty of the place.
"Come," Aragorn said, "Lord Elrond calls us to Council. You are coming too Aila. Good bye, melanim." Aragorn kissed Arwen on the cheek, who blushed profusely. Then he turned to Aila and answered her question. "A Mind Walker is someone who can read other people's minds, or walk within them. It's hard to explain, but I'm sure you'll realize your powers soon enough. You can use your Mind Walking abilities to unlock everything about a person."
"The prophecy," Legolas continued, "speaks of the Light Bearer who aids Middle Earth in its time of greatest need and unlocks many unknown secrets. Also it speaks of the Light Bearer falling in love and giving birth. One will be the elven child who shall rise to greatness and lead all elves to the Undying Lands, away from Middle Earth and its turmoil. The other will be the Light. But the Light Bearer must fall in love with the right elf, or else all elves come to an end."
"Oh, so no pressure, right?" Aila said sarcastically on the way to the council. Her bad mood was growing by the second.