A/N: Omigosh! I am so sorry! I have not updated in forver! Here's why: First my computer got a virus
and my dad was unable to find time to work on getting it out of the system to to my hectic marching band scedule
and the fact that he's in charge of all the props.
After it was fixed, I realized that this chapter, among other things, had been deleted from my computer. In the end, I found
that having to re-write this chapter was a blessing. It 's better now than it was to begin with!
And so, without further delay or interuption, I present the last of the Lothlorien chapters!
(And there was much rejoicing: yay.)
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Valkyrie was watching herself. She had the strange sensation of floating as she looked down on the scene below her. But her eyes
were not watching the crowd of people slowly gathering round, or the crushed and bleeding form that used to be herself. They were focused
on the thick, hard back, yellow-paged book that lay inches away from her dead form, her bloody fingers resting on the edges of the ripped and torn
pages that were slowly being carried away by the wind.
'Why am I seeing this? Why am I back here?' she though. One of the blood-smattered pages was caught by the wind and fluttered around in the air
near to where she was. She reached out and caught it. Her eyes slowly scanned the story she knew so well, and her breath caught in her throaght,
"No.... I had almost forgotten... no! I can't let it happen! Not after everything! Not now! No. No! NO!"
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Valkyrie awoke with a start, soaked with sweat and trembling all over. Boromir's strong arms wrapped around her, and he spoke softly,
calming her. "Shh... everything's fine. You just had a nightmare. I'm here. It's alright."
Burrying her face against his bare chest, the tears slowly stopped and her breathing returned to normal. Lifting her head to look at her
surroundings, she slowly recalled the events of last night.
They were inside Boromir's makeshift tent nacl at the Fellowships' campsite, and the sun's rays were just beginning to filter in the tent flaps.
Forcing a smile, she tried to convince herself it was, in fact, only a dream. 'He can't die. I'm here. Not much else has happened according to Tolkein's book.
I'm the variable no one counted on. He'll be perfectly fine.'
Having convinced herself of this, her smile became at bit more genuine and she began to dress in the clothes the Lorien elves provided for her.
She was going about it slowly, when she semmed to remeber something and she began to move more rapidly. Her lover looked at her with a playful smile on his features.
"Why in such a rush, love? We've got all morning." She stopped in the middle of tying up the laces of her sparkling white tunic to give him a solemn
glance. "I think the Lady will be wanting to speak with us all.... there is much I need to tell you."
She finished dressing quickly and left the tent, and a very confused Boromir behind.
************************
The nine remaining members of the Fellowship stood in a clearing with Galadriel, Celeborn, and Haldir. For the past several hours, they had been listening
to Valkyrie and the Lorien elves explain her story. Now she looked around at all their expressions, trying to guess what they were thinking.
The hobbits looked sad and angry, as well as Gimli. Legolas, as usual, was unreadable, but the look of fury on Boromir's face spoke volumes. Then her
gaze fell on Aragorn, and for the first time, he looked at her, not with contempt, or suspicion, but with sympathy and understanding.
Pippin, being the youngest, was the first to recover from the generela state of shock. "So, you mean to say this... Tomithrien has somehow found his way back,
and is working with Sauromon to kill his own sister?"
Celeborn nodded. "That does seem the case." Bromir looked like her was about to speak, but Aragorn spoke first. "Then we must do all in our power to protect
her."
The whole Fellowship looke at him in awe. The very man who once blamed Valkyrie for the death of Gandlaf, was pledging to protect her life. She smiled broadly
at him, all vehement feelings towards him melting away. "Thank you." She said soflty. Boromir clapped a hand to Aragorn's shoulder. "From both of us." he said, giving her
a secret sort of smile.
Blushing, she turned to Galadriel, trying to ignore the fact that Haldir had averted his eyes and would not meet her gaze.
The Lady of the Wood spoke slomenly. "There is still another matter at hand." She held up the hand on which she wore Nenya, the Ring of Water. "You can stay
and rule Lothlorien beside my captain," here she gestured to Haldir. "Or you can leave with the other eight. But know this: if you choose this path, you forefeit your birthright
and you powers as a Lorien sorceress."
Valkyrie felt her throaght constrict. Without powers, how could she possibly- no. She'd find some other way to help him, but she couldn't do anything just sitting here.
She looked up and caught Haldir's eyes and for the first time, the elven captain spoke.
"I will never stop loving you, lirimaer, but I will honor you descision no matter what... you deserve to be happy." Valkyrie's vision clouded with tears, but somehow
she spoke clearly.
"I belong in Lorien. It's my true home and it always will be... But I also belong beside the man I love. I make my choice." she said and moved to stand amongst the
Fellowship between Boromir and Aragorn.
"Very well. You have denied your power... you are defenseless." said Celeborn. Suddenly Haldir held out a hand. "Wait! My Lord and Lady, I ask one final favor
of you... as a gift from myself to Valkyrie: Give her half my immortality, so that while I live, no sword may touch her."
Galadriel looked at him slowly. "Such a thing has never been done, for many reasons. She will gain your immortality, your grace, your speed... but when you die,
she will once again be mortal and vulnerable... Is this what you wish?"
The elven captain looked over at Valkyrie, his pale, smokey eyes burning with an unrequitee love, and he knew the answer.
"yes"
At last the tears fell from Valkyrie's golden eyes. Pippin reached up and squeezed her hand with his small fingers, and she smiled, slowly, down at the innocent
halfling.
Maybe everything really would be fine.
Maybe...
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A/N: IT'S DONE! HALLELUJAH!!!!!! Now give me a nice review and tell me how good it was. *puppy dog eyes*
and my dad was unable to find time to work on getting it out of the system to to my hectic marching band scedule
and the fact that he's in charge of all the props.
After it was fixed, I realized that this chapter, among other things, had been deleted from my computer. In the end, I found
that having to re-write this chapter was a blessing. It 's better now than it was to begin with!
And so, without further delay or interuption, I present the last of the Lothlorien chapters!
(And there was much rejoicing: yay.)
(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())
Valkyrie was watching herself. She had the strange sensation of floating as she looked down on the scene below her. But her eyes
were not watching the crowd of people slowly gathering round, or the crushed and bleeding form that used to be herself. They were focused
on the thick, hard back, yellow-paged book that lay inches away from her dead form, her bloody fingers resting on the edges of the ripped and torn
pages that were slowly being carried away by the wind.
'Why am I seeing this? Why am I back here?' she though. One of the blood-smattered pages was caught by the wind and fluttered around in the air
near to where she was. She reached out and caught it. Her eyes slowly scanned the story she knew so well, and her breath caught in her throaght,
"No.... I had almost forgotten... no! I can't let it happen! Not after everything! Not now! No. No! NO!"
************************
Valkyrie awoke with a start, soaked with sweat and trembling all over. Boromir's strong arms wrapped around her, and he spoke softly,
calming her. "Shh... everything's fine. You just had a nightmare. I'm here. It's alright."
Burrying her face against his bare chest, the tears slowly stopped and her breathing returned to normal. Lifting her head to look at her
surroundings, she slowly recalled the events of last night.
They were inside Boromir's makeshift tent nacl at the Fellowships' campsite, and the sun's rays were just beginning to filter in the tent flaps.
Forcing a smile, she tried to convince herself it was, in fact, only a dream. 'He can't die. I'm here. Not much else has happened according to Tolkein's book.
I'm the variable no one counted on. He'll be perfectly fine.'
Having convinced herself of this, her smile became at bit more genuine and she began to dress in the clothes the Lorien elves provided for her.
She was going about it slowly, when she semmed to remeber something and she began to move more rapidly. Her lover looked at her with a playful smile on his features.
"Why in such a rush, love? We've got all morning." She stopped in the middle of tying up the laces of her sparkling white tunic to give him a solemn
glance. "I think the Lady will be wanting to speak with us all.... there is much I need to tell you."
She finished dressing quickly and left the tent, and a very confused Boromir behind.
************************
The nine remaining members of the Fellowship stood in a clearing with Galadriel, Celeborn, and Haldir. For the past several hours, they had been listening
to Valkyrie and the Lorien elves explain her story. Now she looked around at all their expressions, trying to guess what they were thinking.
The hobbits looked sad and angry, as well as Gimli. Legolas, as usual, was unreadable, but the look of fury on Boromir's face spoke volumes. Then her
gaze fell on Aragorn, and for the first time, he looked at her, not with contempt, or suspicion, but with sympathy and understanding.
Pippin, being the youngest, was the first to recover from the generela state of shock. "So, you mean to say this... Tomithrien has somehow found his way back,
and is working with Sauromon to kill his own sister?"
Celeborn nodded. "That does seem the case." Bromir looked like her was about to speak, but Aragorn spoke first. "Then we must do all in our power to protect
her."
The whole Fellowship looke at him in awe. The very man who once blamed Valkyrie for the death of Gandlaf, was pledging to protect her life. She smiled broadly
at him, all vehement feelings towards him melting away. "Thank you." She said soflty. Boromir clapped a hand to Aragorn's shoulder. "From both of us." he said, giving her
a secret sort of smile.
Blushing, she turned to Galadriel, trying to ignore the fact that Haldir had averted his eyes and would not meet her gaze.
The Lady of the Wood spoke slomenly. "There is still another matter at hand." She held up the hand on which she wore Nenya, the Ring of Water. "You can stay
and rule Lothlorien beside my captain," here she gestured to Haldir. "Or you can leave with the other eight. But know this: if you choose this path, you forefeit your birthright
and you powers as a Lorien sorceress."
Valkyrie felt her throaght constrict. Without powers, how could she possibly- no. She'd find some other way to help him, but she couldn't do anything just sitting here.
She looked up and caught Haldir's eyes and for the first time, the elven captain spoke.
"I will never stop loving you, lirimaer, but I will honor you descision no matter what... you deserve to be happy." Valkyrie's vision clouded with tears, but somehow
she spoke clearly.
"I belong in Lorien. It's my true home and it always will be... But I also belong beside the man I love. I make my choice." she said and moved to stand amongst the
Fellowship between Boromir and Aragorn.
"Very well. You have denied your power... you are defenseless." said Celeborn. Suddenly Haldir held out a hand. "Wait! My Lord and Lady, I ask one final favor
of you... as a gift from myself to Valkyrie: Give her half my immortality, so that while I live, no sword may touch her."
Galadriel looked at him slowly. "Such a thing has never been done, for many reasons. She will gain your immortality, your grace, your speed... but when you die,
she will once again be mortal and vulnerable... Is this what you wish?"
The elven captain looked over at Valkyrie, his pale, smokey eyes burning with an unrequitee love, and he knew the answer.
"yes"
At last the tears fell from Valkyrie's golden eyes. Pippin reached up and squeezed her hand with his small fingers, and she smiled, slowly, down at the innocent
halfling.
Maybe everything really would be fine.
Maybe...
(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())
A/N: IT'S DONE! HALLELUJAH!!!!!! Now give me a nice review and tell me how good it was. *puppy dog eyes*