"And they-" Christine, who had just been helping her daughter make her own
bed, noticed that her daughter appeared to be in a trance.
"Honey, are you okay?" she asked, waving a hand in front of Arwen's face.
Suddenly, Arwen's eyes focused and she glanced at her mother. "Sorry.I was just thinking."
Christine raised her eyebrow clearly showing that she didn't believe a word. "You looked like you were in a trance."
"Okay.I was just trying to see if I could use any of those Elven powers you told me about." Arwen hoped that would satisfy her mom. Well, it was the partial truth at least.
Christine smiled at her. "It's okay if you want to try them out. Just make sure that I'm around so that if something goes wrong, I can help you."
Arwen smiled. Those words from her mother made her feel much better. She hoped that her mother would never learn the truth until she was ready for her to know: she had managed to reach her father with her power. It had been so exciting to see him. He was as beautiful as her mother had said he was.
"Thank you, mommy."
"You're welcome, honey."
And with that, Christine said goodnight to her and turned the lights off.
Over the next few days, Arwen contacted her father every night after she had gone to bed. It was something she looked forward to all day long. It was like she had found that missing piece of herself that she had always known wasn't there.
She told her father all sorts of stories about her upbringing so far. Legolas, as he had told her his name was, but she was to call him daddy, enjoyed her stories immensely. Arwen knew in her heart that he wished he could have been there to see it all. But because of a curse, he couldn't have.
Arwen's heart broke because of this. How unfair was it that children never know their own father because of some barrier when they both clearly yearned to be a part of each other's lives. Arwen knew this was a lot to understand for a ten year old, but then again, she wasn't a normal one. She was part elf. And as he had told her, they are always wiser than the rest no matter what age they are at.
Legolas had told her that he had someone working on a way to break the curse now that he knew about her. Oh, how she hoped it would work. Arwen glanced out her window and noticed a shooting star. Closing her eyes tight, she wished with all her might that one day she would be able to be held in her father's arms.
Legolas lay back on his bed and smiled. How nice it was to be able to communicate with his daughter. That was a true gift. The only thing that would make it all complete was if he was able to talk to Christine the same way. He had missed her terribly over the last ten years. It was too bad that she was not an Elf or even half elf as Arwen was.
But talking to his daughter was indeed a step in the right direction. If things went well and curse was able to be lifted, then he would have everything he'd been denied for so long. Now that would be able to keep his Elven spirits up for eternity.
There hadn't been any word from Dana yet which meant that she was still working on it. The Seer had been hiding out in her temple where she did all her long-term work. Bright colors and musical sounds had come from it every time she would chant ancient Elven words. She was the kind that chip away at a problem until she had carved out a solution. The palace adored her for it and praised her often.
She could have cared less about the adoration. She was a kind soul that loved her work as much as she did her people. Legolas knew that she would be able to help him. His Elven intuition told him so. In all of his years, he had never been wrong. Hopefully it would pull through in this situation too.
"Honey, are you okay?" she asked, waving a hand in front of Arwen's face.
Suddenly, Arwen's eyes focused and she glanced at her mother. "Sorry.I was just thinking."
Christine raised her eyebrow clearly showing that she didn't believe a word. "You looked like you were in a trance."
"Okay.I was just trying to see if I could use any of those Elven powers you told me about." Arwen hoped that would satisfy her mom. Well, it was the partial truth at least.
Christine smiled at her. "It's okay if you want to try them out. Just make sure that I'm around so that if something goes wrong, I can help you."
Arwen smiled. Those words from her mother made her feel much better. She hoped that her mother would never learn the truth until she was ready for her to know: she had managed to reach her father with her power. It had been so exciting to see him. He was as beautiful as her mother had said he was.
"Thank you, mommy."
"You're welcome, honey."
And with that, Christine said goodnight to her and turned the lights off.
Over the next few days, Arwen contacted her father every night after she had gone to bed. It was something she looked forward to all day long. It was like she had found that missing piece of herself that she had always known wasn't there.
She told her father all sorts of stories about her upbringing so far. Legolas, as he had told her his name was, but she was to call him daddy, enjoyed her stories immensely. Arwen knew in her heart that he wished he could have been there to see it all. But because of a curse, he couldn't have.
Arwen's heart broke because of this. How unfair was it that children never know their own father because of some barrier when they both clearly yearned to be a part of each other's lives. Arwen knew this was a lot to understand for a ten year old, but then again, she wasn't a normal one. She was part elf. And as he had told her, they are always wiser than the rest no matter what age they are at.
Legolas had told her that he had someone working on a way to break the curse now that he knew about her. Oh, how she hoped it would work. Arwen glanced out her window and noticed a shooting star. Closing her eyes tight, she wished with all her might that one day she would be able to be held in her father's arms.
Legolas lay back on his bed and smiled. How nice it was to be able to communicate with his daughter. That was a true gift. The only thing that would make it all complete was if he was able to talk to Christine the same way. He had missed her terribly over the last ten years. It was too bad that she was not an Elf or even half elf as Arwen was.
But talking to his daughter was indeed a step in the right direction. If things went well and curse was able to be lifted, then he would have everything he'd been denied for so long. Now that would be able to keep his Elven spirits up for eternity.
There hadn't been any word from Dana yet which meant that she was still working on it. The Seer had been hiding out in her temple where she did all her long-term work. Bright colors and musical sounds had come from it every time she would chant ancient Elven words. She was the kind that chip away at a problem until she had carved out a solution. The palace adored her for it and praised her often.
She could have cared less about the adoration. She was a kind soul that loved her work as much as she did her people. Legolas knew that she would be able to help him. His Elven intuition told him so. In all of his years, he had never been wrong. Hopefully it would pull through in this situation too.