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A/N: yay!! Finally we get to the non-crappy chapters! O, and sorry about that last chapter, hehe, it was pretty poorly done, and I apologize for that . . .
I would tell you a little something about this chapter, but then I would ruin it for all of you! So here it goes:
Enjoy!
:: Forget Me Not::
"Ada . . . She's fading fast . . ."Arwen murmured quietly as she sat at Kaye's side.
Elrond paced fervently at the edge of the bed. His arms were crossed and his eyes continuously darted to the figure on the bed.
Kaye's complexion had paled considerably and she looked thin and frail. Her eyes and cheeks were sunken and her hair lay in strands over her face. The girl's chest rose and fell very slowly and so slightly that at times they wondered if she was still alive.
They had wondered if Kaye had died earlier, too.
When her scream had resounded through Rivendell it was as if time had stopped. All had gone quiet and all the elves had gone pale. Those who found her first had seen her writhing on the floor half-conscience. But by the time others had reached her, she had fainted.
No one could figure out what was wrong with Kaye, only that with every day that came and went, she slipped further and further away.
"It might only be because of the Fellowship . . . she might get over it . . ."
His daughter frowned, "You know that isn't so. Such symptoms as these are not from one suffering from depression . . ." She stared down at Kaye briefly, "Something else is wrong with her . . ."
Elrond nodded absently, "Aragorn told me of similar behavior, but . . . but it had only happened when Frodo put on the One . . . Why would this happen to Kaye now?"
Arwen shook her head sadly, "I do not know, Ada . . ." she gazed silently out the window, "But do you not find it odd that as the Ring grows closer to Mordor . . . Kaye grows closer to death?"
The elf lord paled slightly before shaking his head, "It's only a coincidence—!"
His daughter stood defiantly, "Father, she is dying! Can you not see that it may be a possibility that her ails have to do with the One? Sauron's forces are devious; we do not know what they plan behind the Black Gates!" she paused for an instant, "The Ring might have everything to do with Kaye!"
Elrond said nothing, but stared at the lifeless form on the bed. What his daughter said might very well be true . . . but how could something like the One hurt Kaye as it got further and further away from her? It didn't make sense.
But then again . . . many things did not make sense:
One as small as a hobbit trying to destroy the Ring . . .
His daughter falling in love with a human . . .
. . . Kaye's outlook on life . . .
It was as if Middle Earth had been turned upside-down.
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'There will be much pain and suffering in your child's future . . .'
Elrond nearly cursed himself for saying those words so many years ago . . .
But Taelin hadn't cared. She knew that whatever troubles her child would have to cross; they would be able to cross.
"But what now? How is Kaye supposed to overcome this?" the elfin lord whispered to no one but himself. Alone he was now in his chambers as he stood on the balcony as dawn crept forth from behind the horizon.
He clenched his fists angrily, "I've failed you, Taelin . . ." he muttered, "You asked me to watch over her; take care of her, and I failed . . ."
But what if what Arwen said was true?
What if Kaye had some sort of bond with the One?
Elrond paused suddenly and thought on it further. Kaye was always fine when she was near the Ring . . . it was only when it was put on was she ever in any danger . . . but that was reasonable: whoever bore the Ring—such as Bilbo or Frodo—they were perfectly healthy until they put it on . . .
But she has always been a target for the Dark Lord. Could he have found a way to . . .?
No.
That was preposterous. Even Sauron himself could not corrupt Narulin! Kaye's ring was one of the few things that he feared . . . why would he want it?
But he suddenly remembered what he had told Gandalf . . . that if Sauron were to claim Narulin, he could turn the hopes of the people against them; destroy Middle Earth from the inside out. With Narulin, he would be able to control the earth as if he bore the One.
Sauron could have found a way to make sure he got his hands on both rings . . .
Elrond cursed angrily.
It's exactly what the Dark Lord wanted: Kaye was weak without being near the Ring and yet if she was to go where it's safe—with the Fellowship—Sauron would be able to claim both rings easily when they crossed into Mordor.
The elfin lord leaned heavily on the railing. Would it be better to let Kaye perish rather than let Middle Earth rot? Elrond though quietly and closed his eyes, defeated. There was nothing he could do but let Kaye die and pray that the Fellowship completed their task.
What if they didn't? What if they failed and Kaye's sacrifice went to waste? What then?
And yet . . . if they played their pieces right, and sent Kaye on with the Fellowship, they might be able to make it out of Mordor alive.
A sudden knock came from the door. Elrond beckoned them in without moving.
A golden-haired elf stepped into the lord's chambers and bowed. Elrond turned to greet his friend.
"You called for me, my lord?"
He nodded solemnly, "Yes, Glorfindel . . . I have a task for you . . ."
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Arwen gazed out the window inattentively; her thoughts elsewhere.
She started, however, when Kaye began to stir. The Bearer's eyes fluttered slightly and fell on the elf beside her bed. She smiled weakly and turned her head carefully towards Arwen.
"Hey . . ." she murmured and looked around, "How long have I been sleeping?"
The elf returned her smile, "Only a few days . . . so . . . how do you feel?"
Kaye adjusted her position before continuing, "A little weak and light headed, but that's about it . . ." she glanced down at the sheets, and her smile faded, "What happened to me, Arwen?"
"We . . . we don't know, Kaye . . . we heard you scream and by the time anyone had gotten to you, you had fainted. You've been sleeping for nearly a week . . ."
The half-elf's expression went grave and she rubbed her hands gingerly, "I didn't know what was happening, Arwen . . . there was so much pain, I couldn't concentrate; all I wanted to do was to make it all stop . . ." a tear trickled down her cheek, "I thought I was going to die . . ."
Arwen reached over and clasped the girl's hand. There were no words she could say that would reassure her . . . for a while; they had thought she really was going to die.
Silence passed between them and only the birds sang from outside the window. Kaye turned her head towards the balcony and watched as a tiny sparrow perched itself on the railing. It chirped several times and hopped along the floor. She smiled sadly and absently began to hum a slow, sad, ballad.
Arwen listed to her for a moment. Even though her voice was weak, the song still carried boldly through the air. The sparrow paused and listened to the music, carefully; he poked his head through the window and looked around before flying quickly up to the vanity.
The elf stared at the bird for a second and turned to Kaye, "What is it you sing?" she inquired softly.
Kaye paused in her tune and switched her attention back to her friend, "It is the tale of a warrior who left his lover to fight in a war," she answered solemnly, ". . . the maiden waits for him as the years go by . . . but still he does not return . . ." a single tear rolled down from her eye.
"Oh, Kaye . . ."
"He promised he would come back for me, Arwen," she murmured shakily, "Do you think he will return? . . . And if he does . . . will I live to see that day?"
Arwen felt her own body shaking, "Do you give up hope, Kaye?" she whispered forlornly, "Legolas loves you . . . he will not break his oath to you, nor let you die; he will come back . . ."
The Bearer was silent for a moment, "Then do you believe that Aragorn will come for you? Even . . ." she paused for a moment; thinking over her words, ". . . Even if he wishes for you to go with your people; where he believes you'll be happier?"
Arwen froze briefly before staring timidly down at her hands, "I do not know, Kaye . . . I only hope and pray that he will come back . . . but we were only living a dream; how could an elf and human possibly fall in love?"
"My parents did . . ." The girl responded quietly, ". . . Why cannot it be the same for the two of you?"
The elf gazed at her friend curiously. She was right, though. Kaye was here now because of her parents; two different species . . . why couldn't she and Aragorn have that luck?
Kaye smiled sadly now, "He loves you, Arwen . . . you know in your heart that he will not forget you."
She laughed hollowly, "You mock me?"
"I only said what is true, Arwen . . ."
A knock suddenly came from the door. The elf turned and beckoned the visitor in.
Elrond stepped onto the terrace and smiled slightly when he saw that Kaye was awake.
"Kaye . . ." The elf lord started and stepped aside to let another elf into the room, "You remember Glorfindel, don't you?"
The half-elf nodded and grinned feebly.
The elfin lord continued, "I have asked him to do something for me . . . I . . . I have asked him to bear you to the Fellowship."
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A/N: wow, I hope that wasn't too much of a cliffie, but I hope you all enjoyed it at least!!
And please, if you're reading this and have not submitted a review, I would appreciate it if you could do that for me.
Thankee!!
I'll update soon! So keep reading!
Ja'ne!!
A/N: yay!! Finally we get to the non-crappy chapters! O, and sorry about that last chapter, hehe, it was pretty poorly done, and I apologize for that . . .
I would tell you a little something about this chapter, but then I would ruin it for all of you! So here it goes:
Enjoy!
:: Forget Me Not::
"Ada . . . She's fading fast . . ."Arwen murmured quietly as she sat at Kaye's side.
Elrond paced fervently at the edge of the bed. His arms were crossed and his eyes continuously darted to the figure on the bed.
Kaye's complexion had paled considerably and she looked thin and frail. Her eyes and cheeks were sunken and her hair lay in strands over her face. The girl's chest rose and fell very slowly and so slightly that at times they wondered if she was still alive.
They had wondered if Kaye had died earlier, too.
When her scream had resounded through Rivendell it was as if time had stopped. All had gone quiet and all the elves had gone pale. Those who found her first had seen her writhing on the floor half-conscience. But by the time others had reached her, she had fainted.
No one could figure out what was wrong with Kaye, only that with every day that came and went, she slipped further and further away.
"It might only be because of the Fellowship . . . she might get over it . . ."
His daughter frowned, "You know that isn't so. Such symptoms as these are not from one suffering from depression . . ." She stared down at Kaye briefly, "Something else is wrong with her . . ."
Elrond nodded absently, "Aragorn told me of similar behavior, but . . . but it had only happened when Frodo put on the One . . . Why would this happen to Kaye now?"
Arwen shook her head sadly, "I do not know, Ada . . ." she gazed silently out the window, "But do you not find it odd that as the Ring grows closer to Mordor . . . Kaye grows closer to death?"
The elf lord paled slightly before shaking his head, "It's only a coincidence—!"
His daughter stood defiantly, "Father, she is dying! Can you not see that it may be a possibility that her ails have to do with the One? Sauron's forces are devious; we do not know what they plan behind the Black Gates!" she paused for an instant, "The Ring might have everything to do with Kaye!"
Elrond said nothing, but stared at the lifeless form on the bed. What his daughter said might very well be true . . . but how could something like the One hurt Kaye as it got further and further away from her? It didn't make sense.
But then again . . . many things did not make sense:
One as small as a hobbit trying to destroy the Ring . . .
His daughter falling in love with a human . . .
. . . Kaye's outlook on life . . .
It was as if Middle Earth had been turned upside-down.
---------
'There will be much pain and suffering in your child's future . . .'
Elrond nearly cursed himself for saying those words so many years ago . . .
But Taelin hadn't cared. She knew that whatever troubles her child would have to cross; they would be able to cross.
"But what now? How is Kaye supposed to overcome this?" the elfin lord whispered to no one but himself. Alone he was now in his chambers as he stood on the balcony as dawn crept forth from behind the horizon.
He clenched his fists angrily, "I've failed you, Taelin . . ." he muttered, "You asked me to watch over her; take care of her, and I failed . . ."
But what if what Arwen said was true?
What if Kaye had some sort of bond with the One?
Elrond paused suddenly and thought on it further. Kaye was always fine when she was near the Ring . . . it was only when it was put on was she ever in any danger . . . but that was reasonable: whoever bore the Ring—such as Bilbo or Frodo—they were perfectly healthy until they put it on . . .
But she has always been a target for the Dark Lord. Could he have found a way to . . .?
No.
That was preposterous. Even Sauron himself could not corrupt Narulin! Kaye's ring was one of the few things that he feared . . . why would he want it?
But he suddenly remembered what he had told Gandalf . . . that if Sauron were to claim Narulin, he could turn the hopes of the people against them; destroy Middle Earth from the inside out. With Narulin, he would be able to control the earth as if he bore the One.
Sauron could have found a way to make sure he got his hands on both rings . . .
Elrond cursed angrily.
It's exactly what the Dark Lord wanted: Kaye was weak without being near the Ring and yet if she was to go where it's safe—with the Fellowship—Sauron would be able to claim both rings easily when they crossed into Mordor.
The elfin lord leaned heavily on the railing. Would it be better to let Kaye perish rather than let Middle Earth rot? Elrond though quietly and closed his eyes, defeated. There was nothing he could do but let Kaye die and pray that the Fellowship completed their task.
What if they didn't? What if they failed and Kaye's sacrifice went to waste? What then?
And yet . . . if they played their pieces right, and sent Kaye on with the Fellowship, they might be able to make it out of Mordor alive.
A sudden knock came from the door. Elrond beckoned them in without moving.
A golden-haired elf stepped into the lord's chambers and bowed. Elrond turned to greet his friend.
"You called for me, my lord?"
He nodded solemnly, "Yes, Glorfindel . . . I have a task for you . . ."
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Arwen gazed out the window inattentively; her thoughts elsewhere.
She started, however, when Kaye began to stir. The Bearer's eyes fluttered slightly and fell on the elf beside her bed. She smiled weakly and turned her head carefully towards Arwen.
"Hey . . ." she murmured and looked around, "How long have I been sleeping?"
The elf returned her smile, "Only a few days . . . so . . . how do you feel?"
Kaye adjusted her position before continuing, "A little weak and light headed, but that's about it . . ." she glanced down at the sheets, and her smile faded, "What happened to me, Arwen?"
"We . . . we don't know, Kaye . . . we heard you scream and by the time anyone had gotten to you, you had fainted. You've been sleeping for nearly a week . . ."
The half-elf's expression went grave and she rubbed her hands gingerly, "I didn't know what was happening, Arwen . . . there was so much pain, I couldn't concentrate; all I wanted to do was to make it all stop . . ." a tear trickled down her cheek, "I thought I was going to die . . ."
Arwen reached over and clasped the girl's hand. There were no words she could say that would reassure her . . . for a while; they had thought she really was going to die.
Silence passed between them and only the birds sang from outside the window. Kaye turned her head towards the balcony and watched as a tiny sparrow perched itself on the railing. It chirped several times and hopped along the floor. She smiled sadly and absently began to hum a slow, sad, ballad.
Arwen listed to her for a moment. Even though her voice was weak, the song still carried boldly through the air. The sparrow paused and listened to the music, carefully; he poked his head through the window and looked around before flying quickly up to the vanity.
The elf stared at the bird for a second and turned to Kaye, "What is it you sing?" she inquired softly.
Kaye paused in her tune and switched her attention back to her friend, "It is the tale of a warrior who left his lover to fight in a war," she answered solemnly, ". . . the maiden waits for him as the years go by . . . but still he does not return . . ." a single tear rolled down from her eye.
"Oh, Kaye . . ."
"He promised he would come back for me, Arwen," she murmured shakily, "Do you think he will return? . . . And if he does . . . will I live to see that day?"
Arwen felt her own body shaking, "Do you give up hope, Kaye?" she whispered forlornly, "Legolas loves you . . . he will not break his oath to you, nor let you die; he will come back . . ."
The Bearer was silent for a moment, "Then do you believe that Aragorn will come for you? Even . . ." she paused for a moment; thinking over her words, ". . . Even if he wishes for you to go with your people; where he believes you'll be happier?"
Arwen froze briefly before staring timidly down at her hands, "I do not know, Kaye . . . I only hope and pray that he will come back . . . but we were only living a dream; how could an elf and human possibly fall in love?"
"My parents did . . ." The girl responded quietly, ". . . Why cannot it be the same for the two of you?"
The elf gazed at her friend curiously. She was right, though. Kaye was here now because of her parents; two different species . . . why couldn't she and Aragorn have that luck?
Kaye smiled sadly now, "He loves you, Arwen . . . you know in your heart that he will not forget you."
She laughed hollowly, "You mock me?"
"I only said what is true, Arwen . . ."
A knock suddenly came from the door. The elf turned and beckoned the visitor in.
Elrond stepped onto the terrace and smiled slightly when he saw that Kaye was awake.
"Kaye . . ." The elf lord started and stepped aside to let another elf into the room, "You remember Glorfindel, don't you?"
The half-elf nodded and grinned feebly.
The elfin lord continued, "I have asked him to do something for me . . . I . . . I have asked him to bear you to the Fellowship."
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A/N: wow, I hope that wasn't too much of a cliffie, but I hope you all enjoyed it at least!!
And please, if you're reading this and have not submitted a review, I would appreciate it if you could do that for me.
Thankee!!
I'll update soon! So keep reading!
Ja'ne!!