Disclaimer: The Lord of the Rings does not belong to me.
Worlds Apart
Looking for you
On the floor are many dolls
Many are alive
but only in my dreams
They walk and talk
And they lie
They tell me everything will be alright
They tell me things I want to hear
But maybe the things I want to hear
I'm tired of hearing
And I just want to fall asleep
A deep sleep and never wake
Till they tell the truth
Branwen stared at the doll in her hands.
"Father is not going to die." she whispered into the doll's ear.
"He isn't going to die.."she repeated.
"He isn't going to die."
"He isn't."
Then why are you so afraid? she heard the doll hiss.
"I'm not afraid!" Branwen exclaimed.
Yes, you are. Yes, you are. The doll begin to sing in its wicked voice.
"No. You don't know what I'm thinking. You don't know what I'm feeling." Branwen snapped.
Yes, I do. You tell me everything. And you want to get rid of me because you think I might tell. Tell others of what you have seen.
"No! No! No!" She screamed and threw the doll against the wall with all the strength she had in her.
Haldir stood at the door, watching Branwen's sudden actions.
When she threw the doll against the wall, he knew she had gone too far.
He grabbed her.
"Branwen! What is wrong?" He asked.
Branwen was shaking all over. She was struggling to get free from her father.
"Let go! Let go!" She screamed.
"I will not let go until you tell me what is wrong." Haldir shouted at her.
The half-elven girl stared at him with fear.
Never had her father yelled at her.
"I... had dreams... many dreams." she cried softly.
"What sort of dreams?"
"Many... that I should not speak of. Some of places that do not exsist here. Strange places. With very tall houses... there are no trees... only dark paths with monster rolling on wheels so fast... you cannot imagine."
Haldir wasn't sure of what to make of this.
He had not been back home for two weeks because he had been avoiding Kylie.
And now, Branwen was behaving strangely.
Above all that, word from Lord Elrond of Rivendell, sent for him and his men to form an alliance at Helm's deep.
He would leave soon.
What was he to do?
He let go of Branwen and got up, letting her fall to the floor.
And he walked out the door.
Kylie was standing there, gapping.
"Haldir..."
He walked right past her and did not say a word.
"Branwen." Kylie called.
"Branwen... I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." The human said as she reached for her daughter.
The girl was sprawled on the floor, where her father had left her.
Kylie pulled her into her embrace and cuddled her.
And the little girl just let go of everything.
All her feeling of sadness and loneliness.
She buried her face in her mother's shoulder and she wailed as loudly as she could.
"I don't want you to go! I dont want Ada to go... I don't want to be alone! I don't want to be scared! I just want to close my eyes and open them and know you're still going to be holding me. And that you won't leave."
Kylie felt her muscles pull so hard against her heart.
She was so occupied with her own love life that she completely forgot about Branwen.
She was becoming like her own mother.
The person whom she hated.
For lying to her.
For cheating on her father.
For leaving her alone.
For not loving her.
Kylie kissed her daughter on her head and all over her face.
She wasn't going to let her baby go.
"Oh Branwen... I can't promise that I won't leave you. Because I shall die someday..."
Branwen loosened her grip on her mother.
"But I can promise you that you won't be alone anymore."
A week later...
Branwen held tightly onto her mother's hand as they watched the elves get ready for the fight at Helm's deep.
"Branwen... will you miss your father when he is gone?" Kylie asked as her eyes scanned the crowd for Haldir.
Branwen nodded.
"Then go and say goodbye to him."
Branwen looked up at her mother and Kylie smiled at her.
A sad, tearful smile.
"Go on..." Kylie gently prodded her.
The little girl let go of her mother's hand and ran into the crowd to look for her father.
"Oh Haldir... what if you don't come back? What will Branwen do with such a horrible mother like me?" Kylie whispered bitterly to herself.
"Excuse me sir..." Branwen tugged on a elven soldier's cloak.
The soldier looked at her with a smile.
"Yes, milady?" he asked.
"Have you seen my Ada? I can't seem to find him anywhere. I want to say goodbye." She told him.
"Who is your father?"
"His name is Haldir. Have you seen him?" She said.
The soldier was surprised.
"Are you his daughter? You look nothing like him... I could have sworn you resemble the royal family of Mirkwood."
"I suppose I look like my mother. She is of man."
"Ah yes.. well, the marchwarden has gone to the Nimrodel. One Last look of the beautiful river I suppose. Have you ever seen it?"
Branwen shook her head.
"Well then... I shall take you to your father. I am done with my packing and I should like one last look at the river myself."
"Thank you."
"Is this it?" Branwen asked as she stood in front of the flowing river.
"Yes. It is beautiful, is it not?" The soldier asked.
"Oh yes. It is indeed." Branwen said.
"But please leave me from here. I should like to look for my father on my own now."
The soldier was alittle reluctant to let his captain's daughter go alone but he was quite sure she would not let him follow her.
"Very well then. You know your way back."
"Yes, thank you very much."
As soon as the soldier left, Branwen went in search of her father.
She spotted him leaning against a tree with his arms folded over his armoured chest.
She ran up to him.
He looked at her in surprise as she gave him a hard kick on his shin.
Though, all fruitless on him.
"You never came back! You never came back to see if I was all right! You never said goodbye..!"She screamed at him.
"Branwen..."he started only to be interrupted by her continuous screaming and pounding on him.
"YOU! YOU DON'T LOVE ME ANYMORE!"
"Stop being mad at me Branwen and just listen. Just listen to me." he said in authorative tone.
Branwen stopped her racket and let some of her tears roll down her cheeks.
Haldir knelt down and reached into his small pack and removed a piece a paper.
"Last..night, I was writing you a letter." his voice calmed into a sad one.
He opened it and began to read.
"Dear Branwen,
I know you are probably mad at me.
But I was thinking about you.
I was thinking about you all the time when I was away.
And I will still think about you when I leave.
I miss you so much..."
Branwen took the letter from his hand and read the last few lines for herself.
"And I love you so much.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
Just like in the most beautiful song."
Haldir wrapped his arms around her and cried softly into her ear.
"Love, Ada."
Gambit: That was umm... I'm not sure. Mushy? Haha.. okay... if you're wondering about the doll part, its sort of Branwen's broken up childhood. She knows too much but she can't tell anyone so she tells her dolls. And she tells them so much that they seem to become alive to her. And she hears them talk to her... yup.. that's pretty much it..
I'm so sad the fic's going to end soon..
Anyways, this chapter is for Charity... cause you waited with me for my sister to come and pick me up.
Worlds Apart
Looking for you
On the floor are many dolls
Many are alive
but only in my dreams
They walk and talk
And they lie
They tell me everything will be alright
They tell me things I want to hear
But maybe the things I want to hear
I'm tired of hearing
And I just want to fall asleep
A deep sleep and never wake
Till they tell the truth
Branwen stared at the doll in her hands.
"Father is not going to die." she whispered into the doll's ear.
"He isn't going to die.."she repeated.
"He isn't going to die."
"He isn't."
Then why are you so afraid? she heard the doll hiss.
"I'm not afraid!" Branwen exclaimed.
Yes, you are. Yes, you are. The doll begin to sing in its wicked voice.
"No. You don't know what I'm thinking. You don't know what I'm feeling." Branwen snapped.
Yes, I do. You tell me everything. And you want to get rid of me because you think I might tell. Tell others of what you have seen.
"No! No! No!" She screamed and threw the doll against the wall with all the strength she had in her.
Haldir stood at the door, watching Branwen's sudden actions.
When she threw the doll against the wall, he knew she had gone too far.
He grabbed her.
"Branwen! What is wrong?" He asked.
Branwen was shaking all over. She was struggling to get free from her father.
"Let go! Let go!" She screamed.
"I will not let go until you tell me what is wrong." Haldir shouted at her.
The half-elven girl stared at him with fear.
Never had her father yelled at her.
"I... had dreams... many dreams." she cried softly.
"What sort of dreams?"
"Many... that I should not speak of. Some of places that do not exsist here. Strange places. With very tall houses... there are no trees... only dark paths with monster rolling on wheels so fast... you cannot imagine."
Haldir wasn't sure of what to make of this.
He had not been back home for two weeks because he had been avoiding Kylie.
And now, Branwen was behaving strangely.
Above all that, word from Lord Elrond of Rivendell, sent for him and his men to form an alliance at Helm's deep.
He would leave soon.
What was he to do?
He let go of Branwen and got up, letting her fall to the floor.
And he walked out the door.
Kylie was standing there, gapping.
"Haldir..."
He walked right past her and did not say a word.
"Branwen." Kylie called.
"Branwen... I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." The human said as she reached for her daughter.
The girl was sprawled on the floor, where her father had left her.
Kylie pulled her into her embrace and cuddled her.
And the little girl just let go of everything.
All her feeling of sadness and loneliness.
She buried her face in her mother's shoulder and she wailed as loudly as she could.
"I don't want you to go! I dont want Ada to go... I don't want to be alone! I don't want to be scared! I just want to close my eyes and open them and know you're still going to be holding me. And that you won't leave."
Kylie felt her muscles pull so hard against her heart.
She was so occupied with her own love life that she completely forgot about Branwen.
She was becoming like her own mother.
The person whom she hated.
For lying to her.
For cheating on her father.
For leaving her alone.
For not loving her.
Kylie kissed her daughter on her head and all over her face.
She wasn't going to let her baby go.
"Oh Branwen... I can't promise that I won't leave you. Because I shall die someday..."
Branwen loosened her grip on her mother.
"But I can promise you that you won't be alone anymore."
A week later...
Branwen held tightly onto her mother's hand as they watched the elves get ready for the fight at Helm's deep.
"Branwen... will you miss your father when he is gone?" Kylie asked as her eyes scanned the crowd for Haldir.
Branwen nodded.
"Then go and say goodbye to him."
Branwen looked up at her mother and Kylie smiled at her.
A sad, tearful smile.
"Go on..." Kylie gently prodded her.
The little girl let go of her mother's hand and ran into the crowd to look for her father.
"Oh Haldir... what if you don't come back? What will Branwen do with such a horrible mother like me?" Kylie whispered bitterly to herself.
"Excuse me sir..." Branwen tugged on a elven soldier's cloak.
The soldier looked at her with a smile.
"Yes, milady?" he asked.
"Have you seen my Ada? I can't seem to find him anywhere. I want to say goodbye." She told him.
"Who is your father?"
"His name is Haldir. Have you seen him?" She said.
The soldier was surprised.
"Are you his daughter? You look nothing like him... I could have sworn you resemble the royal family of Mirkwood."
"I suppose I look like my mother. She is of man."
"Ah yes.. well, the marchwarden has gone to the Nimrodel. One Last look of the beautiful river I suppose. Have you ever seen it?"
Branwen shook her head.
"Well then... I shall take you to your father. I am done with my packing and I should like one last look at the river myself."
"Thank you."
"Is this it?" Branwen asked as she stood in front of the flowing river.
"Yes. It is beautiful, is it not?" The soldier asked.
"Oh yes. It is indeed." Branwen said.
"But please leave me from here. I should like to look for my father on my own now."
The soldier was alittle reluctant to let his captain's daughter go alone but he was quite sure she would not let him follow her.
"Very well then. You know your way back."
"Yes, thank you very much."
As soon as the soldier left, Branwen went in search of her father.
She spotted him leaning against a tree with his arms folded over his armoured chest.
She ran up to him.
He looked at her in surprise as she gave him a hard kick on his shin.
Though, all fruitless on him.
"You never came back! You never came back to see if I was all right! You never said goodbye..!"She screamed at him.
"Branwen..."he started only to be interrupted by her continuous screaming and pounding on him.
"YOU! YOU DON'T LOVE ME ANYMORE!"
"Stop being mad at me Branwen and just listen. Just listen to me." he said in authorative tone.
Branwen stopped her racket and let some of her tears roll down her cheeks.
Haldir knelt down and reached into his small pack and removed a piece a paper.
"Last..night, I was writing you a letter." his voice calmed into a sad one.
He opened it and began to read.
"Dear Branwen,
I know you are probably mad at me.
But I was thinking about you.
I was thinking about you all the time when I was away.
And I will still think about you when I leave.
I miss you so much..."
Branwen took the letter from his hand and read the last few lines for herself.
"And I love you so much.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
Just like in the most beautiful song."
Haldir wrapped his arms around her and cried softly into her ear.
"Love, Ada."
Gambit: That was umm... I'm not sure. Mushy? Haha.. okay... if you're wondering about the doll part, its sort of Branwen's broken up childhood. She knows too much but she can't tell anyone so she tells her dolls. And she tells them so much that they seem to become alive to her. And she hears them talk to her... yup.. that's pretty much it..
I'm so sad the fic's going to end soon..
Anyways, this chapter is for Charity... cause you waited with me for my sister to come and pick me up.