! All 4 Seasons In 1 Day!
Disclaimer: I don't have thousands upon millions of dollars to by the copyrights of J.R.R. Tolkien's ideas and Sting's song!!!
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Celide knocked on the door. "Come in." answered a deep, anxious voice. She entered the room to see Thranduil's closet thrown across the floor and Thranduil in the middle. "I could not decide what outfit to wear."
"I can see that." Celide replied with a smile on her face. "How long have you been at it?"
"Only ten minutes."
"You knew I was coming and yet you still couldn't wait?! Well it's too late now. Lets see what we have to work with." Celide scanned the floor. "This should be perfect. Try these on." She handed him a deep orange, red colored tunic. (think autumn leaves) and pushed him to the changing room. Five minutes later he emerged.
"You have gift, Celide. I love it." He kissed her cheek. "Now for the easy part. I have to go make sure things are going as planned. Have a good night!" He then exited the room.
'I should go start packing my belongings.' Celide thought. She was heading down the stairs, when she passed the one window in the corridor. She looked out taking in the beautiful scenery as the sun was setting. Orange, red, and purple was streaked across the fading blue sky. She stayed there watching the city until the last of the birds had gone to their nests with the disappearance of the remaining few rays of light. She sighed. One of the last sights she would see of the city was it being covered by darkness. She turned her head, but something moving caught her eye. She saw Silviol in purple dress robes with some sort of odd cup in her hands. 'What is crazy up to?' Celide decided to investigate this. She ran down the stairs and started toward the forest.
She stood behind a tree to observe Silviol, but her sight was drawn to the ballroom. The room was bedazzled with multicolored fabrics strung from the tree limbs, jars filled with fireflies hung from the fabrics and rested on tables, and flower petals were sprinkled across the floor. She was too busy admiring the sight to notice someone walk up behind her.
"Hello, Celide." Someone whispered into Celide's ear. Celide spun around and was nose to nose with the person. "You should be packing for your departure tonight. I would hate for you to be caught after midnight." A smirk slowly formed on her face, and Celide caught a quirky gleam in her eye before she felt immense pain and blackness overtook her.
When she awoke, Celide could taste fresh blood on her tongue and feel the cool blood on her forehead. She went to reach her forehead where the excrutiating pain was eminating from but found that her hands were bound behind her. She cursed and kicked a stone which landed in some water. 'I wonder how long I have been here?' She looked up at the moon and tried to figure out the time. Once before Eladda had taught her how to tell the time by the position of the sun or moon. Celide never was able to do it before and this time was no different. She tried for ten minutes, but she could not get past finding the northstar. She gave up and laid back against a tree. She closed her eyes; the pain was becoming less but not to the point where her headache was gone. She sat there for a while. She was starting to drift to sleep when she heard a familiar voice.
"Nae Saesa omentien lle tula, hama neva i'naur ona ta a'amin. Uuma ma' ten' rashwe, ta tuluva a' lle amin fauka bragollach tel'llach n'tess uuvanimo pela tanya tempa aiguldur Ksher."
Lightening cracked and thunder was heard rumbling in the distance. Celide noticed that all of the animals and insects had become silent. Then she heard the leaves crack as someone approached. Just then a memory flashed into her head. "Damn it, I should have known better."
"Celide. You don't look so good." A synthetic sympathetic voice said.
"Screw you, Silviol. What the hell am I doing here." Celide said in a demanding voice.
"You find out soon enough." Silviol then rushed to Celide's side and forced her mouth open. Celide kicked her feet, squirmed her body, and tried to close her mouth, but she was to weak from the loss of lots of blood. Silviol was able to keep Celide's mouth open long enough to pour something down her throat.
"What the hell was in that grail? You are going to.." Celide couldn't finish for the searing fire that was running through her veins made her blackout.
Silviol wasted no time and unsheathed the dagger she had on her waist. She knew that if she wanted the spell to work she would have to kill Celide before she had the chance to awake. She stepped forward but was stopped when she saw Celide get up like nothing had happened.
When Celide awoke, she knew little time had passed, yet she also knew something was different. She rushed to the water where she had kicked a stone in, and looked at the image reflected back. Celide had no idea who this person staring back at her was. She had red, curly hair that went down to her feet, her skin was more olive toned, she had on a white, silver, and light blue dress, a silver chain laid across her forhead with a crystal that had colors swirling in it in the middle, and her upper chest had a tattoo of some sort of symbols or ancient writing that Celide had never seen. She looked at her own hands, and realized that she feels something different throughout her body. She didn't have time to dwell because she could hear Silviol breathe and knew that her intentions were for her death.
Celide was rushed from behind by Silviol. Celide was able to sidestep it and avoid crashing to the ground. She grabbed Silviol's dress and pulled her to her feet. Celide new form gave her a good four inches on the elf. As she was doing so Silviol kept swinging the dagger at her.
"You crazy fool. You think you can harm me but I would advise you think otherwise." Celide said. She left Silviol to go look for the grail that she had used. She found it on the ground. "What did you give me?"
Silviol stayed silent.
"If you won't answer me then I guess you won't mind if I give you the few drops that are left." Silviol started to run away. "Lalet!" The word came out of her mouth and Silviol froze in position. 'Weird, but it worked,' Celide thought to herself. She opened Silviol's mouth and was about to pour the liquid in, but stopped. "Why are you so afraid of this? It has done nothing bad to me; if anything it improved me. Eventhough there was very little that needed to be improved." Silviol just stared in horror. "You are so pathetic. What a bad guy you turned out to be. You better tell me or else you'll be drinking this sooner." Silviol said not one word. "Your mistake." Celide forced the drink into Silviol's mouth.
No sooner than the last drop touched her tongue, Silviol started to convulse. Her body fell to the forest floor shaking and her eyes were rolling inside of her head. Celide only took joy out of this for fifteen seconds before she tried to reverse the effect. She tried many spells that the elves used, but was not successful.
"Das be danya." A voice said from the trees. Immediately Silviol's body fell limp. Celide bent down to see if she was still alive. She was able to hear a heartbeat. It was faint, but it was a heartbeat, nonetheless. Now that Silviol was taken care of, there was still the matter of the person behind the trees.
"Who ever is back there had better come out." She demanded. She was not the least bit surprised when she saw Gandalf come from out of the shadows.
"Ah. Celide. I was just taking a walk when I came across you and this Silviol, I believe you called her." Gandalf took a smoke of his pipe.
Celide laughed. She knew he had been there for the past hour. She had seen the smoke from the pipe when she had laid against the tree.
"Celide there is much to tell you. The time has come for you to be told about your past. But first there is something I need to do. Please meet me in King Thranduil's study in an hour."
"Wait, what should I do about Silviol?" Celide asked.
"Do what you see fit." Gandalf said as he walked into the night.
"What I see fit."
Thirty minutes later Celide was on her way to Thranduil's study.
~*~ A/N: Thanks to everyone that has reviewed. I am so glad that there are people reading this eventhough there are some long waits for the next chapters. (wipes a tear from her eye) Anyhow there should only be two more chapters left. Thanks again.
Disclaimer: I don't have thousands upon millions of dollars to by the copyrights of J.R.R. Tolkien's ideas and Sting's song!!!
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Celide knocked on the door. "Come in." answered a deep, anxious voice. She entered the room to see Thranduil's closet thrown across the floor and Thranduil in the middle. "I could not decide what outfit to wear."
"I can see that." Celide replied with a smile on her face. "How long have you been at it?"
"Only ten minutes."
"You knew I was coming and yet you still couldn't wait?! Well it's too late now. Lets see what we have to work with." Celide scanned the floor. "This should be perfect. Try these on." She handed him a deep orange, red colored tunic. (think autumn leaves) and pushed him to the changing room. Five minutes later he emerged.
"You have gift, Celide. I love it." He kissed her cheek. "Now for the easy part. I have to go make sure things are going as planned. Have a good night!" He then exited the room.
'I should go start packing my belongings.' Celide thought. She was heading down the stairs, when she passed the one window in the corridor. She looked out taking in the beautiful scenery as the sun was setting. Orange, red, and purple was streaked across the fading blue sky. She stayed there watching the city until the last of the birds had gone to their nests with the disappearance of the remaining few rays of light. She sighed. One of the last sights she would see of the city was it being covered by darkness. She turned her head, but something moving caught her eye. She saw Silviol in purple dress robes with some sort of odd cup in her hands. 'What is crazy up to?' Celide decided to investigate this. She ran down the stairs and started toward the forest.
She stood behind a tree to observe Silviol, but her sight was drawn to the ballroom. The room was bedazzled with multicolored fabrics strung from the tree limbs, jars filled with fireflies hung from the fabrics and rested on tables, and flower petals were sprinkled across the floor. She was too busy admiring the sight to notice someone walk up behind her.
"Hello, Celide." Someone whispered into Celide's ear. Celide spun around and was nose to nose with the person. "You should be packing for your departure tonight. I would hate for you to be caught after midnight." A smirk slowly formed on her face, and Celide caught a quirky gleam in her eye before she felt immense pain and blackness overtook her.
When she awoke, Celide could taste fresh blood on her tongue and feel the cool blood on her forehead. She went to reach her forehead where the excrutiating pain was eminating from but found that her hands were bound behind her. She cursed and kicked a stone which landed in some water. 'I wonder how long I have been here?' She looked up at the moon and tried to figure out the time. Once before Eladda had taught her how to tell the time by the position of the sun or moon. Celide never was able to do it before and this time was no different. She tried for ten minutes, but she could not get past finding the northstar. She gave up and laid back against a tree. She closed her eyes; the pain was becoming less but not to the point where her headache was gone. She sat there for a while. She was starting to drift to sleep when she heard a familiar voice.
"Nae Saesa omentien lle tula, hama neva i'naur ona ta a'amin. Uuma ma' ten' rashwe, ta tuluva a' lle amin fauka bragollach tel'llach n'tess uuvanimo pela tanya tempa aiguldur Ksher."
Lightening cracked and thunder was heard rumbling in the distance. Celide noticed that all of the animals and insects had become silent. Then she heard the leaves crack as someone approached. Just then a memory flashed into her head. "Damn it, I should have known better."
"Celide. You don't look so good." A synthetic sympathetic voice said.
"Screw you, Silviol. What the hell am I doing here." Celide said in a demanding voice.
"You find out soon enough." Silviol then rushed to Celide's side and forced her mouth open. Celide kicked her feet, squirmed her body, and tried to close her mouth, but she was to weak from the loss of lots of blood. Silviol was able to keep Celide's mouth open long enough to pour something down her throat.
"What the hell was in that grail? You are going to.." Celide couldn't finish for the searing fire that was running through her veins made her blackout.
Silviol wasted no time and unsheathed the dagger she had on her waist. She knew that if she wanted the spell to work she would have to kill Celide before she had the chance to awake. She stepped forward but was stopped when she saw Celide get up like nothing had happened.
When Celide awoke, she knew little time had passed, yet she also knew something was different. She rushed to the water where she had kicked a stone in, and looked at the image reflected back. Celide had no idea who this person staring back at her was. She had red, curly hair that went down to her feet, her skin was more olive toned, she had on a white, silver, and light blue dress, a silver chain laid across her forhead with a crystal that had colors swirling in it in the middle, and her upper chest had a tattoo of some sort of symbols or ancient writing that Celide had never seen. She looked at her own hands, and realized that she feels something different throughout her body. She didn't have time to dwell because she could hear Silviol breathe and knew that her intentions were for her death.
Celide was rushed from behind by Silviol. Celide was able to sidestep it and avoid crashing to the ground. She grabbed Silviol's dress and pulled her to her feet. Celide new form gave her a good four inches on the elf. As she was doing so Silviol kept swinging the dagger at her.
"You crazy fool. You think you can harm me but I would advise you think otherwise." Celide said. She left Silviol to go look for the grail that she had used. She found it on the ground. "What did you give me?"
Silviol stayed silent.
"If you won't answer me then I guess you won't mind if I give you the few drops that are left." Silviol started to run away. "Lalet!" The word came out of her mouth and Silviol froze in position. 'Weird, but it worked,' Celide thought to herself. She opened Silviol's mouth and was about to pour the liquid in, but stopped. "Why are you so afraid of this? It has done nothing bad to me; if anything it improved me. Eventhough there was very little that needed to be improved." Silviol just stared in horror. "You are so pathetic. What a bad guy you turned out to be. You better tell me or else you'll be drinking this sooner." Silviol said not one word. "Your mistake." Celide forced the drink into Silviol's mouth.
No sooner than the last drop touched her tongue, Silviol started to convulse. Her body fell to the forest floor shaking and her eyes were rolling inside of her head. Celide only took joy out of this for fifteen seconds before she tried to reverse the effect. She tried many spells that the elves used, but was not successful.
"Das be danya." A voice said from the trees. Immediately Silviol's body fell limp. Celide bent down to see if she was still alive. She was able to hear a heartbeat. It was faint, but it was a heartbeat, nonetheless. Now that Silviol was taken care of, there was still the matter of the person behind the trees.
"Who ever is back there had better come out." She demanded. She was not the least bit surprised when she saw Gandalf come from out of the shadows.
"Ah. Celide. I was just taking a walk when I came across you and this Silviol, I believe you called her." Gandalf took a smoke of his pipe.
Celide laughed. She knew he had been there for the past hour. She had seen the smoke from the pipe when she had laid against the tree.
"Celide there is much to tell you. The time has come for you to be told about your past. But first there is something I need to do. Please meet me in King Thranduil's study in an hour."
"Wait, what should I do about Silviol?" Celide asked.
"Do what you see fit." Gandalf said as he walked into the night.
"What I see fit."
Thirty minutes later Celide was on her way to Thranduil's study.
~*~ A/N: Thanks to everyone that has reviewed. I am so glad that there are people reading this eventhough there are some long waits for the next chapters. (wipes a tear from her eye) Anyhow there should only be two more chapters left. Thanks again.