Sorry for the delay. I was grounded, and I used that time to get my grades
back up, and decided what direction I wanted this story to go in.
Tired Recluse (formerly known as Requiem Euphoria) :
---Helloooo! This is the beta formerly known as Requiem Euphoria. I'm back! ..Did you know I left? Hmm.. Anywho, I've a new pen name. Tired Recluse, it is. So, er, go read and review my stuff and maybe I'll update! Heheh. Toodles!---
(For the convenience of readers who do not read Portuguese, all conversations in Portuguese will be typed in English, unless I decide to translate it later on in the chapter, or otherwise indicated.)
Girl in the Gardens Chapter Four: Anna
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Year 2989 of the Third Age
The Libraries of Rivendell
***
Legolas placed his long, slender hand on top of the smooth oak, and pushed the door open. As he walked in, he noticed that there was only one person inside the library, besides himself, was the girl. She was seated at a small table with a large leather book in front of her, oblivious to the fact that she was not alone.
The son of Thranduil managed to walk across the marble floor silently – he IS an elf, of course – but the oak door didn't seem to want to comply with the silence. It banged shut, the sound echoing off the tall, dustless bookshelves lined with numerous leather books. The girl looked up quickly and blushed when she saw who it was.
The elf and the human stayed where they were, looking at the ground awkwardly. After a few minutes (the longest few minutes Legolas would ever remember) Legolas spoke.
"Hello, hiril nín..." (my lady) He didn't know why he bothered speaking at all. It didn't matter what he said. He could tell her that she was the ugliest being alive, and she would probably think it was a compliment. When he looked at her face, he saw what he expected to see: confusion. For no apparent reason, Legolas opened his mouth and spoke the first words that came to his mind. "Auto miqula orqu!" (Go kiss an orc!)
Legolas expected more confusion. He expected her to start talking in her native tongue. He even expected her to ignore him... Never would he have expected her to respond to his insult... in Sindarin at that! "Dôl lín lost, Legolas," (Your head is empty, Legolas) she responded smiling. Before Legolas could question himself about the smile, it disappeared, and was replaced by a deep look of hurt and melancholy-ness.
*She spoke Sindarin...* Legolas thought to himself, not really processing the fact that she had insulted him. *She pronounced the words horribly... but it was Sindarin!* After another long silence, the elf spoke quietly.
"Ledhiach o man sad?" (Where are you from?) he asked. It felt amazing that he could actually communicate with her! His thoughts of happiness were short-lived, however. As soon as the words left Legolas's mouth, the girl donned another look of confusion and sighed loudly. She turned away from the prince and carefully turned a page in her book.
Legolas strode behind the girl's chair and looked at the large book on her lap. Instead of encountering words, he saw vibrant pictures of battles, maidens, and elves. One of the pictures was of a tall, old man with a bluish crooked hat and long wooden staff. He smiled inwardly and pointed to the picture over her shoulder.
"Mithrandir," he whispered quietly. The girl glanced at the prince quickly, then turned back to the book. When she made no other move, Legolas went to the other side of the table. He pulled out one of the other chairs and sat quietly. Still, she sat, making no move, hardly even blinking.
*What is her name?* he wondered to himself. *She knows mine, and all I refer her as is 'maiden'.* Just then, he gained an idea. Legolas pointed to his chest and clearly stated his name. He was about to point to the girl, showing her he wanted to know her name, but she started chuckling, which then turned into beautiful laughter. Legolas sat dumbfounded, but finally let his melodious laugh join and mingle with hers. Finally, after calming down, the girl pointed to herself with a shaky hand.
"Anna," she whispered, smiling. Legolas tested the name on his lips, and couldn't help but smiling with the girl.
"Ahn-na..." She nodded, then turned back to the book in her lap, flipping the page.
***
Year 2004 of the Modern Age (13:45)
The Residency of Samuel and Matthew Duboir
***
"Cloning hobbit DNA?! Are you crazy?!" screamed Mitch, a well respected human of the Council of Elrond. "We are here to help the human race! How will cloned hobbits help?"
Haldir shook his head and leaned it on his hand. How the Council had become so useless, he did not know. Marguerite, yet another human Council member, sighed loudly.
"Can we move on? I'm sorry I even brought it up. It was a JOKE... You know Mitch, those things people use to break the ice?" Mitch glared daggers at the sitting woman, and sat quietly. Just then, Haldir noticed the increased numbers of humans in the Council. At the last meeting, held almost four months ago, there had been three; now there were seven. There were more humans then elves... only five elves, including Haldir.
"Where is Morwen?" he whispered suddenly, interrupting the elf who was in charge of African Issues. Only the elves heard the question clearly, and most the humans didn't hear him at all.
"What was that?" questioned Mitch, his pale fingers massaging his temples. "I didn't quite catch it." Haldir repeated the question, as all the Council members stared at him, perplexed.
"No one told him?" Elladan addressed the whole Council. When no one responded, Elrond's son slumped into his large chair. Almost as if on cue, the light in the large room decreased, as the sun started to set. "I am sorry this had to be told to you at such an... inconvenient hour, Haldir." The Lothlórien elf tensed even more, completely alert.
"How did she die?" he whispered. The humans who were unused to an elf's sense of emotion and instinct stiffened, confused, but those who were looked down to the marble tabletop, fidgeting with their papers. Papers that had seemed so important before, but now seemed worthless.
"A broken heart..." whispered Elrohir, running his hand through his long hair. "She was in love with a human, and he died two months ago. She shortly followed." The air seemed to thicken as Haldir sharply breathed in and nodded curtly. He shuffled his papers quickly and placed them neatly in front of him.
"Is this why there are more humans then usual present today?" he demanded tensely. Elladan nodded, looking over the new members.
"Her workload involving Japan was too great. No other elf wanted to take it, and one human could not handle it," the humans shifted uncomfortably at this comment, and some even coughed silently, insulted. "So we divided her jobs into four sections."
All the elves stared at the details on the marble, all thinking the same thing; the time of the elves was gone... The time of Middle-Earth was gone... The only remaining elves were leaving, and it was all because of the humans.
***
Year 2004 of the Modern Age
Portuguese Stock Embassy of Lisbon
***
"Mateus?" Legolas snapped out of his daydream, and lifted his eyes to meet the dark brown of his client, João. He shook his head and gather his surroundings. *She is clouding my mind...* he thought to himself. *Not only in my own home, but when I am working too!*
"Forgive me, João," he muttered. "I am afraid I did not gain enough sleep this past night..." His client smiled sympathetically and nodded. "I think I should be going home now..." he continued. "Please ask Maria to schedule another appointment for you... In fact, you can discuss your stocks with Jared. I believe he is open right now."
Without waiting for a response, Legolas stood and left his office, leaving behind his briefcase and jacket. As he was walking away, he grabbed his cell phone and dialed a number he never thought he would dial again.
***
Year 2004 of the Modern Age (14:30)
Residency of Samuel and Matthew Duboir
***
"Haldir," he heard as he picked up his cell phone. "Something's going to happen. About her. About Anna..." Haldir stayed quiet for a few seconds and closed his eyes. "These past few days... she's all I think about. I find myself sleeping, Haldir. I have slept numerous times this past week. Each time I dream of her--"
"I know, Legolas," sighed Haldir, opening his eyes. In front of him sat the obese man from the plane ride and Anna. "Something is happening..."
~*~
The Duboirs are Elladan and Elrohir.
I know the whole time thing is confusing, that's why I put times. The first time that Haldir was in the meeting thing, it was like 13:45. Second when Legolas calls, it's 14:30. Sorry for any confusion.
The part in the beginning is a dream Legolas has while he is at work. Sorry for that confusing part as well.
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Tired Recluse (formerly known as Requiem Euphoria) :
---Helloooo! This is the beta formerly known as Requiem Euphoria. I'm back! ..Did you know I left? Hmm.. Anywho, I've a new pen name. Tired Recluse, it is. So, er, go read and review my stuff and maybe I'll update! Heheh. Toodles!---
(For the convenience of readers who do not read Portuguese, all conversations in Portuguese will be typed in English, unless I decide to translate it later on in the chapter, or otherwise indicated.)
Girl in the Gardens Chapter Four: Anna
***
Year 2989 of the Third Age
The Libraries of Rivendell
***
Legolas placed his long, slender hand on top of the smooth oak, and pushed the door open. As he walked in, he noticed that there was only one person inside the library, besides himself, was the girl. She was seated at a small table with a large leather book in front of her, oblivious to the fact that she was not alone.
The son of Thranduil managed to walk across the marble floor silently – he IS an elf, of course – but the oak door didn't seem to want to comply with the silence. It banged shut, the sound echoing off the tall, dustless bookshelves lined with numerous leather books. The girl looked up quickly and blushed when she saw who it was.
The elf and the human stayed where they were, looking at the ground awkwardly. After a few minutes (the longest few minutes Legolas would ever remember) Legolas spoke.
"Hello, hiril nín..." (my lady) He didn't know why he bothered speaking at all. It didn't matter what he said. He could tell her that she was the ugliest being alive, and she would probably think it was a compliment. When he looked at her face, he saw what he expected to see: confusion. For no apparent reason, Legolas opened his mouth and spoke the first words that came to his mind. "Auto miqula orqu!" (Go kiss an orc!)
Legolas expected more confusion. He expected her to start talking in her native tongue. He even expected her to ignore him... Never would he have expected her to respond to his insult... in Sindarin at that! "Dôl lín lost, Legolas," (Your head is empty, Legolas) she responded smiling. Before Legolas could question himself about the smile, it disappeared, and was replaced by a deep look of hurt and melancholy-ness.
*She spoke Sindarin...* Legolas thought to himself, not really processing the fact that she had insulted him. *She pronounced the words horribly... but it was Sindarin!* After another long silence, the elf spoke quietly.
"Ledhiach o man sad?" (Where are you from?) he asked. It felt amazing that he could actually communicate with her! His thoughts of happiness were short-lived, however. As soon as the words left Legolas's mouth, the girl donned another look of confusion and sighed loudly. She turned away from the prince and carefully turned a page in her book.
Legolas strode behind the girl's chair and looked at the large book on her lap. Instead of encountering words, he saw vibrant pictures of battles, maidens, and elves. One of the pictures was of a tall, old man with a bluish crooked hat and long wooden staff. He smiled inwardly and pointed to the picture over her shoulder.
"Mithrandir," he whispered quietly. The girl glanced at the prince quickly, then turned back to the book. When she made no other move, Legolas went to the other side of the table. He pulled out one of the other chairs and sat quietly. Still, she sat, making no move, hardly even blinking.
*What is her name?* he wondered to himself. *She knows mine, and all I refer her as is 'maiden'.* Just then, he gained an idea. Legolas pointed to his chest and clearly stated his name. He was about to point to the girl, showing her he wanted to know her name, but she started chuckling, which then turned into beautiful laughter. Legolas sat dumbfounded, but finally let his melodious laugh join and mingle with hers. Finally, after calming down, the girl pointed to herself with a shaky hand.
"Anna," she whispered, smiling. Legolas tested the name on his lips, and couldn't help but smiling with the girl.
"Ahn-na..." She nodded, then turned back to the book in her lap, flipping the page.
***
Year 2004 of the Modern Age (13:45)
The Residency of Samuel and Matthew Duboir
***
"Cloning hobbit DNA?! Are you crazy?!" screamed Mitch, a well respected human of the Council of Elrond. "We are here to help the human race! How will cloned hobbits help?"
Haldir shook his head and leaned it on his hand. How the Council had become so useless, he did not know. Marguerite, yet another human Council member, sighed loudly.
"Can we move on? I'm sorry I even brought it up. It was a JOKE... You know Mitch, those things people use to break the ice?" Mitch glared daggers at the sitting woman, and sat quietly. Just then, Haldir noticed the increased numbers of humans in the Council. At the last meeting, held almost four months ago, there had been three; now there were seven. There were more humans then elves... only five elves, including Haldir.
"Where is Morwen?" he whispered suddenly, interrupting the elf who was in charge of African Issues. Only the elves heard the question clearly, and most the humans didn't hear him at all.
"What was that?" questioned Mitch, his pale fingers massaging his temples. "I didn't quite catch it." Haldir repeated the question, as all the Council members stared at him, perplexed.
"No one told him?" Elladan addressed the whole Council. When no one responded, Elrond's son slumped into his large chair. Almost as if on cue, the light in the large room decreased, as the sun started to set. "I am sorry this had to be told to you at such an... inconvenient hour, Haldir." The Lothlórien elf tensed even more, completely alert.
"How did she die?" he whispered. The humans who were unused to an elf's sense of emotion and instinct stiffened, confused, but those who were looked down to the marble tabletop, fidgeting with their papers. Papers that had seemed so important before, but now seemed worthless.
"A broken heart..." whispered Elrohir, running his hand through his long hair. "She was in love with a human, and he died two months ago. She shortly followed." The air seemed to thicken as Haldir sharply breathed in and nodded curtly. He shuffled his papers quickly and placed them neatly in front of him.
"Is this why there are more humans then usual present today?" he demanded tensely. Elladan nodded, looking over the new members.
"Her workload involving Japan was too great. No other elf wanted to take it, and one human could not handle it," the humans shifted uncomfortably at this comment, and some even coughed silently, insulted. "So we divided her jobs into four sections."
All the elves stared at the details on the marble, all thinking the same thing; the time of the elves was gone... The time of Middle-Earth was gone... The only remaining elves were leaving, and it was all because of the humans.
***
Year 2004 of the Modern Age
Portuguese Stock Embassy of Lisbon
***
"Mateus?" Legolas snapped out of his daydream, and lifted his eyes to meet the dark brown of his client, João. He shook his head and gather his surroundings. *She is clouding my mind...* he thought to himself. *Not only in my own home, but when I am working too!*
"Forgive me, João," he muttered. "I am afraid I did not gain enough sleep this past night..." His client smiled sympathetically and nodded. "I think I should be going home now..." he continued. "Please ask Maria to schedule another appointment for you... In fact, you can discuss your stocks with Jared. I believe he is open right now."
Without waiting for a response, Legolas stood and left his office, leaving behind his briefcase and jacket. As he was walking away, he grabbed his cell phone and dialed a number he never thought he would dial again.
***
Year 2004 of the Modern Age (14:30)
Residency of Samuel and Matthew Duboir
***
"Haldir," he heard as he picked up his cell phone. "Something's going to happen. About her. About Anna..." Haldir stayed quiet for a few seconds and closed his eyes. "These past few days... she's all I think about. I find myself sleeping, Haldir. I have slept numerous times this past week. Each time I dream of her--"
"I know, Legolas," sighed Haldir, opening his eyes. In front of him sat the obese man from the plane ride and Anna. "Something is happening..."
~*~
The Duboirs are Elladan and Elrohir.
I know the whole time thing is confusing, that's why I put times. The first time that Haldir was in the meeting thing, it was like 13:45. Second when Legolas calls, it's 14:30. Sorry for any confusion.
The part in the beginning is a dream Legolas has while he is at work. Sorry for that confusing part as well.
Anessa, (Tired Recluse), is betaing, but extra betas are always always welcome.
I think you want to review.
You really wanna review.
REVIEW!
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