Disclaimer: I only own Turin, Calime, and Mirime. Everything else is
Tolkien's.
I AM SO SORRY THAT THIS CHAPTER TOOK SO LONG!!!! I have been so worn out! Soccer tryouts began this week, mid-semester exams start in a few weeks and we have a dance performance coming up really soon, so I am too tired to keep my head up in school. I can't wait for summer vacation!!!
Okay, small rant. I don't know how many of you have seen the "Happy Cows come from California" commercials, but they tick me off. OK, I come from Wisconsin, the ORIGINAL dairy state, and I have spent quite a bit of time on dairy farms. And I have nothing against California, but don't you think CA has enough claims to fame, like beaches, Hollywood, Silicon Valley, Redwood Forest, etc? I think it's pretty rude to take our ONLY claim to "fame." EAT WISCONSIN CHEESE!!! Rant over.
READ:: Love Conquers All by Lainfaer. It's a really good story!! Just thought I'd mention it. ;)
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Chapter 17: The Reawakening
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"Whatever you want to do, do it. There are only so many tomorrows"
Turin was talking to his unconscious daughter. Three more days had passed, and all hope had been given up. Now they merely waited for the end to come. The quote was one he had often said to his children. He wanted them to know that someday, as "mortals," they would not have any more days, and they must fill them with as many adventures as they could. Sunni, or as he called her, Calime, seemed to be the only one who ever heeded the advice.
"Oh, Valar, what have I done? My foolishness has killed my daughter!" Turin cried, his calm façade cracking. His practiced Elven manner, devoid of all emotion except utter control, was slipping from him as he buried his head in his hands and sobbed like a baby. Minutes passed, until he was startled from his crying by a small voice.
"Papa, why do you cry so?" Turin stood quickly, drying his tears. Calime was slowly trying to sit up
"Little Calime! You are awake!! You are alive!!"
"Yeah, I guess so. Is that why you cry?"
"I cried because I thought you were gone. But you are alive!"
"I was always alive, Papa, you just gave up hope. Did you honestly think I would leave you all?"
"No. Well, it did seem that way for a few days." Calime gave him a shrewd, calculating look, and he smiled. "OK, you are right. I did give up hope, but I was wrong to despair. Now, you should go to sleep. You may feel better, but you are still very weak."
"Wait, Papa. How long have I been here?"
"About two weeks."
"TWO WEEKS!! Did the Fellowship leave already?" she asked, dread forming a knot in her stomach.
"Yes. They left a week and a few days ago." Calime nodded, and Turin turned and left the room.
'They left me here, and I didn't get to say goodbye. Will I ever see them again?'
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As days slowly passed, Calime's strength began to return. A week after she had awoken, she walked with her father through the golden woods of Lothlorien. Calime held to her father's arm to steady her. They walked without speaking for a long time, simply admiring the tall trees and golden, cheerfully singing birds that flitted from tree to tree. A constant hum filled the air, like a beautiful song that was wonderfully foreign and familiar at the same time.
"It's the trees. They sing," Turin said, interrupting her thoughts.
"Hey! You're not supposed to read my mind!!" Calime exclaimed. He smirked, his eyes sparkling.
"Yes I am. It's in the father's handbook. Didn't you read it?"
"Yeah, I would have read that if I was a father and had any spare time," she retorted, knowing full well that he was joking. "I only take 8 hours of gymnastics practices a day, so I have oodles of spare time, didn't you know? Of course, the fact that I can barely read is only a small hindrance in that venture, isn't it?"
Turin frowned at the bitter tone her joke had taken on.
"Come on, 'Lime. You can read!'
"Of course I can read. I just can't tell the letters apart!" Calime was no longer joking. Her dyslexia had always been a sore point with her, but never upset her very much. Now she was near tears and she had no idea why. Suddenly, the sound of running horses approached the clearing where they stood. A flash of recognition shocked Calime as a tall, chestnut horse ran past her, followed by several mounted guards. Breaking into a run, she cried out.
"Stop! That's my horse! Stop!!" She ran as fast as she could, her breath coming in easy pants, her braid coming loose, a smile forming on her lips for the first time in days. The elf guards slowed at her calls, turning in their saddles to look at the tiny slip of a girl, running as though her life depended on it, her features lit up by a huge grin. Slowing to a jog, Calime whistled, her fingers between her lips. Turin came up behind her, but if she noticed him, she didn't show it. Hearing her whistle, the horse slowed, and then turned crab stepping a bit, as though uncertain. She whistled again, and called "Mirime!!" The horse snorted, then trotted up to her, burying her muzzle in Calime's chest. She hugged the big horse, murmuring softly into the horse's ear. "Oh, Mirime, I missed you so much!!"
Looking up, she saw that the guards were smiling at the happily reunited pair. When they saw that the horse was no longer a threat to the people of Lorien, they trotted back to their posts. Calime ran her hands down her beloved horse's sides, coming to rest at the saddle. Tied to a strap of leather was a scroll of paper. Untying it, Calime slowly scanned the Elvish characters. After a moment's hesitation, she read aloud.
"'Dear Calime,
This poor horse has been pacing her stall ever since you left Rivendell. She seems to miss you very much, and I thought she would be of assistance on your journey. I have set her loose, knowing that this faithful creature will find you.
Soon, you must decide whether to leave Lothlorien and join the battle for Middle-Earth or stay in the safety of Lothlorien. I cannot make this decision for you, but I think I know what you want to do. Just remember, you come from a long line of warriors and healers. Become who you were born to be.
Elrond.' "
Turin cleared his throat.
"You know what this means, don't you?"
"Yes, Papa. It means that I must leave."
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Calime quickly packed her few belongings. Glad to be rid of the dress she had worn for three days, she happily changed into her Elven battle clothes and packed her weapons. After making sure she had food and water, she slung the pack on her shoulder and left the room. In the clearing nearest to the exit, Mirime waited, saddled and rested, along with her father, Galadriel and Celeborn. As she approached, Galadriel placed a green cloak over her shoulders, clasping it under her chin with a silver and green leaf-shaped clasp.
"Thank you, Lady Galadriel, Lord Celeborn, for your hospitality." Both elves nodded, sad smiles on their faces. She turned to Turin. Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around him. After a small, startled hesitation, he hugged her back.
"I will see you again before you know it, Papa. This is just what I have to do."
"I know, Little Elf. I know. I love you."
"I love you too Papa."
"Be careful and travel to the Westfold, quickly." Calime swung into the saddle, and with a last glance at elves gathering in the clearing, nudged the horse into a canter. "Noro lim, Mirime, noro lim."
And then they were gone, to fulfill their destiny.
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Dark-Phoenix-angel13590: I'm glad you had a good time, and that you like this story! Happy Birthday!
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I AM SO SORRY THAT THIS CHAPTER TOOK SO LONG!!!! I have been so worn out! Soccer tryouts began this week, mid-semester exams start in a few weeks and we have a dance performance coming up really soon, so I am too tired to keep my head up in school. I can't wait for summer vacation!!!
Okay, small rant. I don't know how many of you have seen the "Happy Cows come from California" commercials, but they tick me off. OK, I come from Wisconsin, the ORIGINAL dairy state, and I have spent quite a bit of time on dairy farms. And I have nothing against California, but don't you think CA has enough claims to fame, like beaches, Hollywood, Silicon Valley, Redwood Forest, etc? I think it's pretty rude to take our ONLY claim to "fame." EAT WISCONSIN CHEESE!!! Rant over.
READ:: Love Conquers All by Lainfaer. It's a really good story!! Just thought I'd mention it. ;)
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Chapter 17: The Reawakening
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"Whatever you want to do, do it. There are only so many tomorrows"
Turin was talking to his unconscious daughter. Three more days had passed, and all hope had been given up. Now they merely waited for the end to come. The quote was one he had often said to his children. He wanted them to know that someday, as "mortals," they would not have any more days, and they must fill them with as many adventures as they could. Sunni, or as he called her, Calime, seemed to be the only one who ever heeded the advice.
"Oh, Valar, what have I done? My foolishness has killed my daughter!" Turin cried, his calm façade cracking. His practiced Elven manner, devoid of all emotion except utter control, was slipping from him as he buried his head in his hands and sobbed like a baby. Minutes passed, until he was startled from his crying by a small voice.
"Papa, why do you cry so?" Turin stood quickly, drying his tears. Calime was slowly trying to sit up
"Little Calime! You are awake!! You are alive!!"
"Yeah, I guess so. Is that why you cry?"
"I cried because I thought you were gone. But you are alive!"
"I was always alive, Papa, you just gave up hope. Did you honestly think I would leave you all?"
"No. Well, it did seem that way for a few days." Calime gave him a shrewd, calculating look, and he smiled. "OK, you are right. I did give up hope, but I was wrong to despair. Now, you should go to sleep. You may feel better, but you are still very weak."
"Wait, Papa. How long have I been here?"
"About two weeks."
"TWO WEEKS!! Did the Fellowship leave already?" she asked, dread forming a knot in her stomach.
"Yes. They left a week and a few days ago." Calime nodded, and Turin turned and left the room.
'They left me here, and I didn't get to say goodbye. Will I ever see them again?'
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As days slowly passed, Calime's strength began to return. A week after she had awoken, she walked with her father through the golden woods of Lothlorien. Calime held to her father's arm to steady her. They walked without speaking for a long time, simply admiring the tall trees and golden, cheerfully singing birds that flitted from tree to tree. A constant hum filled the air, like a beautiful song that was wonderfully foreign and familiar at the same time.
"It's the trees. They sing," Turin said, interrupting her thoughts.
"Hey! You're not supposed to read my mind!!" Calime exclaimed. He smirked, his eyes sparkling.
"Yes I am. It's in the father's handbook. Didn't you read it?"
"Yeah, I would have read that if I was a father and had any spare time," she retorted, knowing full well that he was joking. "I only take 8 hours of gymnastics practices a day, so I have oodles of spare time, didn't you know? Of course, the fact that I can barely read is only a small hindrance in that venture, isn't it?"
Turin frowned at the bitter tone her joke had taken on.
"Come on, 'Lime. You can read!'
"Of course I can read. I just can't tell the letters apart!" Calime was no longer joking. Her dyslexia had always been a sore point with her, but never upset her very much. Now she was near tears and she had no idea why. Suddenly, the sound of running horses approached the clearing where they stood. A flash of recognition shocked Calime as a tall, chestnut horse ran past her, followed by several mounted guards. Breaking into a run, she cried out.
"Stop! That's my horse! Stop!!" She ran as fast as she could, her breath coming in easy pants, her braid coming loose, a smile forming on her lips for the first time in days. The elf guards slowed at her calls, turning in their saddles to look at the tiny slip of a girl, running as though her life depended on it, her features lit up by a huge grin. Slowing to a jog, Calime whistled, her fingers between her lips. Turin came up behind her, but if she noticed him, she didn't show it. Hearing her whistle, the horse slowed, and then turned crab stepping a bit, as though uncertain. She whistled again, and called "Mirime!!" The horse snorted, then trotted up to her, burying her muzzle in Calime's chest. She hugged the big horse, murmuring softly into the horse's ear. "Oh, Mirime, I missed you so much!!"
Looking up, she saw that the guards were smiling at the happily reunited pair. When they saw that the horse was no longer a threat to the people of Lorien, they trotted back to their posts. Calime ran her hands down her beloved horse's sides, coming to rest at the saddle. Tied to a strap of leather was a scroll of paper. Untying it, Calime slowly scanned the Elvish characters. After a moment's hesitation, she read aloud.
"'Dear Calime,
This poor horse has been pacing her stall ever since you left Rivendell. She seems to miss you very much, and I thought she would be of assistance on your journey. I have set her loose, knowing that this faithful creature will find you.
Soon, you must decide whether to leave Lothlorien and join the battle for Middle-Earth or stay in the safety of Lothlorien. I cannot make this decision for you, but I think I know what you want to do. Just remember, you come from a long line of warriors and healers. Become who you were born to be.
Elrond.' "
Turin cleared his throat.
"You know what this means, don't you?"
"Yes, Papa. It means that I must leave."
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Calime quickly packed her few belongings. Glad to be rid of the dress she had worn for three days, she happily changed into her Elven battle clothes and packed her weapons. After making sure she had food and water, she slung the pack on her shoulder and left the room. In the clearing nearest to the exit, Mirime waited, saddled and rested, along with her father, Galadriel and Celeborn. As she approached, Galadriel placed a green cloak over her shoulders, clasping it under her chin with a silver and green leaf-shaped clasp.
"Thank you, Lady Galadriel, Lord Celeborn, for your hospitality." Both elves nodded, sad smiles on their faces. She turned to Turin. Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around him. After a small, startled hesitation, he hugged her back.
"I will see you again before you know it, Papa. This is just what I have to do."
"I know, Little Elf. I know. I love you."
"I love you too Papa."
"Be careful and travel to the Westfold, quickly." Calime swung into the saddle, and with a last glance at elves gathering in the clearing, nudged the horse into a canter. "Noro lim, Mirime, noro lim."
And then they were gone, to fulfill their destiny.
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Reviewers:
Dark-Phoenix-angel13590: I'm glad you had a good time, and that you like this story! Happy Birthday!
Lil Eimeim: Thanks a lot! Glad that you like it!! I'm updating, I'm updating! Yikes! Happy reading!
Eamane-elf: Thanks! I'm writing, so you have to read! And review! That's right, just keep running, I'll find you, my pretty.. hehehehe... Are you obsessed with ice cream? YAY, I'm not alone. LOL. Happy reading!
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