A/N: Firstly, I am very sorry for the long wait! Firstly, I awaited the
emails with your replies so I could thank you properly, and then, my
computer decided it was going to be a bitch so I couldn't access it for
almost a week, and my computer is the only place I have the whole story on.
The problem with anonymous reviews have been solved, solely by meself, I
had been stupid enough not to check if there was some way to switch that
option on before uploading the chapter, and when I had uploaded the chapter
I went in a search for the option, and found it *blushes and smacks hand in
forehead*, can one really get more stupid? It must be the blonde genes...
Oh well I'm back to business now and if you're not checking for your name
among the review replies/ thank you's just skip to the asterixs (the pretty
stars) :)
cherryfearie ( ), Kathleen ( ), Zammy ( ), Jenn ( ) - Thank you very much for your reply, an author delights to hear his/her work is appreciated!
LailaithoftheBruinen - hugs and *bunnies*?? *laugh* cute! That's new to me! I checked the anon. rev. thingy just after I uploaded the chapter. Crazy me! :p
Confureku - I'm sorry to dissapoint you, this is the last chapter. We'll see if the reviewers want an epilogue before the sequel which has been demanded by my self-appointed netmum or not. Keep your head out for the sequel!
Spry Sprite - Patience is a virtue :p
AragornsFavorite - Yes, the girl's lucky isn't she. It was just a sort of twist I came up with, and I just thought it fit, and since I thought noone'd ever read this I made it that way.
Alina11 - Maybe I am rushing it a bit, but *shrug* I just wrote it that way and I don't like having to alter what I've already written since when I've written something as it should be I'm making plans for the future with that in mind, and I can sometimes trip myself in my writing if I remove one or two things from the chapters I've already written and I feel like the story's a total looser and drop it. But hey, that's just me!
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Chapter 4
Mithrandir stood up and had a hushed conversation with his old friend Elrond. He convinced him of her innocence and promised to tell him the whole story later. As he started to mentally prepare himself of the spell he was about to cast over her to fight the curse of her mother Elrond's wife, Celebrían knocked on the door, wanting a few minutes of his time.
He let her come in, and since his children were with her he let them come in as well. The children all stood and cast angry glances at the girl on the bed, willing her to vanish on the spot because of the hurt she had caused their father to relive. Celebrían stood and talked quietly to her husband, now and then casting a glance the girl's way.
Then Mithrandir was ready to perform the spell. He started chanting lowly in another language, his hands put together at the fingertips, a small whisper of a bright blue light around them. As the light grew in size they all started to shield their eyes, except for the girl on the bed and the wizard. When a fairly large sized ball of blue bright light was caught around his finger he let it go and it hit the girl with such an impact that she was pushed back into the bed, breathless.
She stared up at the ceiling, not quite remembering how to breathe, feeling nothing unusual except for a slight ache right in the chest where the ball had hit her. Then suddenly, the slight turmoil she had felt ever since the day her mother had put the spell on her calmed down, and she could see a bright white light starting to form around her. Air rushed into her lungs again as her heart rate started speeding up, adrenaline rushing through her veins.
She could feel this tight knot forming in her chest, it felt like it came from all her limbs and culminated in her chest. It became so tight she was glad she had taken some deep breaths before becuase now she was on her way to lift from the bed, with the tight know trying to squeeze her chest together, and she didn't know if she would've been able to stay conscious if she had less oxygen in her lungs.
The bright light increased in strenght and it almost blinded everyone within the room. Then suddenly the angry shade of it was gone and it started to fade away, along with the knot in Ára's chest. Then without any notice she suddenly fell to the floor, connected with the floor with a heavy bump, and found herself laying on her side, her mind reeling and darkness floating on the outskirts of her vision.
She stared down at the floor with her now light red hair around her like a curtain. She could hear someone approach her cautiously and she looked up through the mess of hair and found herself staring into the eyes of her father who paled as memories hit him full force and he remembered his youngest daughter.
*flashback*
Elrond was lying on the floor, completely exhausted. She had toyed with him again, her own little puppet. He could hear little feat run in through the door and knew it was his daughter, and felt ashamed. She shouldn't have to see him like this. He looked up with the little strenght he had left and saw her dash to her mother's side, stop abrupt and gasped when she saw her father laying on the cold stone floor of the hall.
He looked at her small frame, blod dripping into his left eye, and saw her shocked facial expression, the wide green-brown eyes taking in his appearance. Her soft red waist lenght hair obscured the vision of her pointed ears, her hand gripped the small white flower in her hand as if she wanted to crush it.
She looked up at her mother's amused, smug face and pleaded "please momma, don't hurt him anymore. Please momma don't! Can't you see he's hurting? Please momma stop."
But her mother only looked down at her and without a second's noticed raised her hand and made her little body fly across the room and hit the floor some ways off, unconscious. That was the last time Elrond saw his youngest daughter, his own scream filling his ears, as darkness claimed his body and the next thing he knew he woke up in the wastelands near Rivendell.
*end flashback*
He dashed to her side as she began to sit up slowly. He drew her into a tight embrace, not showing any signs of letting go.
She heard him sobbing and speaking in another language she can faintly remember having been taught once a long long time ago. He said something along the lines of "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't want to leave you there but she just sent me away and I couldn't do anything! I'm so sorry! Please forgive me!!"
He put his head into her shoulder and wept beitterly. He kept repeating the words "I'm so sorry" over and over again until he heard someone croak from beneath him "ada". He stopped and drew back to look into the face of his long lost daughter. A broad smile played across his lips and he hugged her close again, and wept of joy.
She couldn't help it, but she was exhausted, and being in that loving embrace just made it harder to stay awake so she slipped quietly into sleep.
The End
...or do you want a epilouge?
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I know you know where the reply button is *magically appears right beside you, and forces your hand to click on the button and review* *whistles innocently* I haven't done anything... oh no... 'course I haven't...
Just joking! Please tell me if you want an epilogue or not, since the decision about a sequel has already been made for me :p . I haven't decided on a name for the sequel yet, I will most probably name it "plot 8" since Finding Ada was originally named "plot 7", back at the time when I had to make a title for the document. I must admit that with all the stress my tests at school and my private life is giving me at the moment, finding the time and peace of mind to actually sit down and write calmly about anything has gotten very rare. I will though, try to write something and have it out by the end of the month, though I'd feel much better if you guys could give me some more time so I can write a few chapters and then start posting them so I wouldn't have to stress myself out over the fact that it might have been three weeks since the last update and I haven't been able to write one sentence, that only leads to more delays and sorrow for both our parts. Please, be patient with me!
cherryfearie ( ), Kathleen ( ), Zammy ( ), Jenn ( ) - Thank you very much for your reply, an author delights to hear his/her work is appreciated!
LailaithoftheBruinen - hugs and *bunnies*?? *laugh* cute! That's new to me! I checked the anon. rev. thingy just after I uploaded the chapter. Crazy me! :p
Confureku - I'm sorry to dissapoint you, this is the last chapter. We'll see if the reviewers want an epilogue before the sequel which has been demanded by my self-appointed netmum or not. Keep your head out for the sequel!
Spry Sprite - Patience is a virtue :p
AragornsFavorite - Yes, the girl's lucky isn't she. It was just a sort of twist I came up with, and I just thought it fit, and since I thought noone'd ever read this I made it that way.
Alina11 - Maybe I am rushing it a bit, but *shrug* I just wrote it that way and I don't like having to alter what I've already written since when I've written something as it should be I'm making plans for the future with that in mind, and I can sometimes trip myself in my writing if I remove one or two things from the chapters I've already written and I feel like the story's a total looser and drop it. But hey, that's just me!
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Chapter 4
Mithrandir stood up and had a hushed conversation with his old friend Elrond. He convinced him of her innocence and promised to tell him the whole story later. As he started to mentally prepare himself of the spell he was about to cast over her to fight the curse of her mother Elrond's wife, Celebrían knocked on the door, wanting a few minutes of his time.
He let her come in, and since his children were with her he let them come in as well. The children all stood and cast angry glances at the girl on the bed, willing her to vanish on the spot because of the hurt she had caused their father to relive. Celebrían stood and talked quietly to her husband, now and then casting a glance the girl's way.
Then Mithrandir was ready to perform the spell. He started chanting lowly in another language, his hands put together at the fingertips, a small whisper of a bright blue light around them. As the light grew in size they all started to shield their eyes, except for the girl on the bed and the wizard. When a fairly large sized ball of blue bright light was caught around his finger he let it go and it hit the girl with such an impact that she was pushed back into the bed, breathless.
She stared up at the ceiling, not quite remembering how to breathe, feeling nothing unusual except for a slight ache right in the chest where the ball had hit her. Then suddenly, the slight turmoil she had felt ever since the day her mother had put the spell on her calmed down, and she could see a bright white light starting to form around her. Air rushed into her lungs again as her heart rate started speeding up, adrenaline rushing through her veins.
She could feel this tight knot forming in her chest, it felt like it came from all her limbs and culminated in her chest. It became so tight she was glad she had taken some deep breaths before becuase now she was on her way to lift from the bed, with the tight know trying to squeeze her chest together, and she didn't know if she would've been able to stay conscious if she had less oxygen in her lungs.
The bright light increased in strenght and it almost blinded everyone within the room. Then suddenly the angry shade of it was gone and it started to fade away, along with the knot in Ára's chest. Then without any notice she suddenly fell to the floor, connected with the floor with a heavy bump, and found herself laying on her side, her mind reeling and darkness floating on the outskirts of her vision.
She stared down at the floor with her now light red hair around her like a curtain. She could hear someone approach her cautiously and she looked up through the mess of hair and found herself staring into the eyes of her father who paled as memories hit him full force and he remembered his youngest daughter.
*flashback*
Elrond was lying on the floor, completely exhausted. She had toyed with him again, her own little puppet. He could hear little feat run in through the door and knew it was his daughter, and felt ashamed. She shouldn't have to see him like this. He looked up with the little strenght he had left and saw her dash to her mother's side, stop abrupt and gasped when she saw her father laying on the cold stone floor of the hall.
He looked at her small frame, blod dripping into his left eye, and saw her shocked facial expression, the wide green-brown eyes taking in his appearance. Her soft red waist lenght hair obscured the vision of her pointed ears, her hand gripped the small white flower in her hand as if she wanted to crush it.
She looked up at her mother's amused, smug face and pleaded "please momma, don't hurt him anymore. Please momma don't! Can't you see he's hurting? Please momma stop."
But her mother only looked down at her and without a second's noticed raised her hand and made her little body fly across the room and hit the floor some ways off, unconscious. That was the last time Elrond saw his youngest daughter, his own scream filling his ears, as darkness claimed his body and the next thing he knew he woke up in the wastelands near Rivendell.
*end flashback*
He dashed to her side as she began to sit up slowly. He drew her into a tight embrace, not showing any signs of letting go.
She heard him sobbing and speaking in another language she can faintly remember having been taught once a long long time ago. He said something along the lines of "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't want to leave you there but she just sent me away and I couldn't do anything! I'm so sorry! Please forgive me!!"
He put his head into her shoulder and wept beitterly. He kept repeating the words "I'm so sorry" over and over again until he heard someone croak from beneath him "ada". He stopped and drew back to look into the face of his long lost daughter. A broad smile played across his lips and he hugged her close again, and wept of joy.
She couldn't help it, but she was exhausted, and being in that loving embrace just made it harder to stay awake so she slipped quietly into sleep.
The End
...or do you want a epilouge?
******************
I know you know where the reply button is *magically appears right beside you, and forces your hand to click on the button and review* *whistles innocently* I haven't done anything... oh no... 'course I haven't...
Just joking! Please tell me if you want an epilogue or not, since the decision about a sequel has already been made for me :p . I haven't decided on a name for the sequel yet, I will most probably name it "plot 8" since Finding Ada was originally named "plot 7", back at the time when I had to make a title for the document. I must admit that with all the stress my tests at school and my private life is giving me at the moment, finding the time and peace of mind to actually sit down and write calmly about anything has gotten very rare. I will though, try to write something and have it out by the end of the month, though I'd feel much better if you guys could give me some more time so I can write a few chapters and then start posting them so I wouldn't have to stress myself out over the fact that it might have been three weeks since the last update and I haven't been able to write one sentence, that only leads to more delays and sorrow for both our parts. Please, be patient with me!