*Disclaimer* I own nothing. Not even a knife from the Renaissance Festival, because my mother keeps telling me no, even though I swore I wouldn't use it on my little sister.
A/N: Dang, I really need to get writing...these chapters are getting shorter. I had a little fun writing this part; in a bittersweet sort of way. Read on!
Chapter 29-Dreams and Memories
Each cell door had a key sticking from the door. Her guard came to the first one and turned the key, unlocking it. Then he simply opened it. She stepped through with trepidation. The place was most likely crawling with bugs, though she wasn't sure how bugs would survive down here. The instant she was in, the door was shut and the key was inserted, turned again, and taken out. The Elf pocketed it and, far from remaining here to guard her, walked off, taking the torch with him. Darkness descended.
She drew her knees up to her chin. It was cold down here. She patted around until she found the driest spot and scooted over that way. If there was one thing she couldn't stand, it was being cold and damp. Being cold and wet, like jumping in the lake, was one thing. This was completely another. This little cell offered all the comfort of Barad Dur. -At least Barad Dur would be warm-, she thought.
She couldn't completely stretch her legs out while sitting, and her head barely brushed the ceiling when she stood. Miserable little hole-in-the-wall, indeed. She wondered if Awaren would feed her. Most likely not; when he was in a foul mood like the one she had put him into, he tended not to care about little things like that. The only furniture, if it could be called that, was a small mattress stuffed with old, moldy dried grass that, while giving off an almost sickeningly pleasant aroma, was about the size of a large pillow, and soaked through.
How long was he going to keep her in here? ~This is the worst place I've ever had the misfortune to be in, and that includes my hell-hole of a school.~ Della commented unhelpfully. Rose shivered. Would Legolas and Forest be able to come down here and tell her the army's decision? Did they even know where she was? She shivered again, and yawned. She propped her back up against the wall, tried to ignore the sting in her face and the wetness seeping through her shirt, and fell into an uncomfortable doze.
In her dream, she was back in Damita's house, playing with Meira, Tracie, and Legolas. She fuzzily wondered, was this a memory? It seemed real. They were all younger, at any rate. Meira couldn't have been more than 500 or so, which made Rosellyn around 900. Dam was always a great friend of her mother's, and was more than happy to babysit all the children. Legolas looked funny when he was young; he had grown out of it when he hit his teens.
"Tracie, Tracie, where's Forest?" asked Meira, somewhat distressed by his absence. Tracie giggled guiltily.
"My daddy took him to Awaren, because he said that Forest was being bad." Legolas's eyes went as round as saucers, what Delaney always called 'chibi-anime proportions', whatever that was.
"What did he do?" he asked in a hushed whisper. Tracie giggled again.
"He called the teacher a bad name, so bad that daddy won't tell me what it was!" This inspired a round of nervous giggles from her audience.
"Rosellyn? Rosellyn, dear, your mother has come, it's time to go home!" Dam's call was the signal for mass escape. Even if Tracie and Legolas weren't going home, and Meira was home, the game was still fun. Rosellyn, giggling madly, tripped over Meira's chubby legs and rolled under the chair in the room the were playing in. Legolas dived in after her. Tracie was long gone, probably out on the veranda, and Meira was trying to hide behind a vase of flowers. Two pairs of feet walked in, one belonging to Dam, the others to her mother. Her mother! She dashed out.
"Mommy, mommy, here I am!" she shrieked, "I bet you couldn't find me and Legolas, we were hidden real good!" Legolas, shaking his head at his younger friend's naïveté, followed out. Rose threw herself in her mother's arms. Rose had her mother's hair and face structure, but Rellyn Stillwater's eyes were a warm brown, not her daughter's spicy emerald. Those, she claimed, were all her father's.
"Oh, why, I had no idea where you were, sweetling! You hide so cleverly, I just know I would have never found you! I hope you never hide from me again, it scared me that I might never find you..." -Find you...find you...-
-Never hide from me...I might never find you, Rosellyn...- Her mother was fading away, her warm arms dissolving. -Mommy, come back, I need you, I'll never hide from you again, can't you find me?- The air was growing colder, and darker. -Find me, mommy, why can't you find me, I'm only 900, you should find me, easy...-
She was in her cell, only it seemed smaller than she remembered, and it was filling up with icy water, up to her chest. She struggled to stand, but seemed rooted to the ground in a sitting position. The water was up to her chin, spilling in from cracks in the mortar, the bars on the door, seeping through the ground. She couldn't move her body below the water, only above it, only her head. She blew it away from her nose, every breath a struggle.
It was above her head. She watched it in an oddly detatched way, as though she wasn't the one drowning. Her mother appeared in front of her, hair wild in the water. She reached out to touch her daughter's face...but her hand vanished, she vanished, Rose was alone again, and drowning. "Find me..."
A/N: I'm not a big canonwhore; would Rosellyn and her friends know what Barad Dur is? I'm thinking they would, but I'm not too sure. Stay faithful, and ye shall be well rewarded!
A/N: Dang, I really need to get writing...these chapters are getting shorter. I had a little fun writing this part; in a bittersweet sort of way. Read on!
Chapter 29-Dreams and Memories
Each cell door had a key sticking from the door. Her guard came to the first one and turned the key, unlocking it. Then he simply opened it. She stepped through with trepidation. The place was most likely crawling with bugs, though she wasn't sure how bugs would survive down here. The instant she was in, the door was shut and the key was inserted, turned again, and taken out. The Elf pocketed it and, far from remaining here to guard her, walked off, taking the torch with him. Darkness descended.
She drew her knees up to her chin. It was cold down here. She patted around until she found the driest spot and scooted over that way. If there was one thing she couldn't stand, it was being cold and damp. Being cold and wet, like jumping in the lake, was one thing. This was completely another. This little cell offered all the comfort of Barad Dur. -At least Barad Dur would be warm-, she thought.
She couldn't completely stretch her legs out while sitting, and her head barely brushed the ceiling when she stood. Miserable little hole-in-the-wall, indeed. She wondered if Awaren would feed her. Most likely not; when he was in a foul mood like the one she had put him into, he tended not to care about little things like that. The only furniture, if it could be called that, was a small mattress stuffed with old, moldy dried grass that, while giving off an almost sickeningly pleasant aroma, was about the size of a large pillow, and soaked through.
How long was he going to keep her in here? ~This is the worst place I've ever had the misfortune to be in, and that includes my hell-hole of a school.~ Della commented unhelpfully. Rose shivered. Would Legolas and Forest be able to come down here and tell her the army's decision? Did they even know where she was? She shivered again, and yawned. She propped her back up against the wall, tried to ignore the sting in her face and the wetness seeping through her shirt, and fell into an uncomfortable doze.
In her dream, she was back in Damita's house, playing with Meira, Tracie, and Legolas. She fuzzily wondered, was this a memory? It seemed real. They were all younger, at any rate. Meira couldn't have been more than 500 or so, which made Rosellyn around 900. Dam was always a great friend of her mother's, and was more than happy to babysit all the children. Legolas looked funny when he was young; he had grown out of it when he hit his teens.
"Tracie, Tracie, where's Forest?" asked Meira, somewhat distressed by his absence. Tracie giggled guiltily.
"My daddy took him to Awaren, because he said that Forest was being bad." Legolas's eyes went as round as saucers, what Delaney always called 'chibi-anime proportions', whatever that was.
"What did he do?" he asked in a hushed whisper. Tracie giggled again.
"He called the teacher a bad name, so bad that daddy won't tell me what it was!" This inspired a round of nervous giggles from her audience.
"Rosellyn? Rosellyn, dear, your mother has come, it's time to go home!" Dam's call was the signal for mass escape. Even if Tracie and Legolas weren't going home, and Meira was home, the game was still fun. Rosellyn, giggling madly, tripped over Meira's chubby legs and rolled under the chair in the room the were playing in. Legolas dived in after her. Tracie was long gone, probably out on the veranda, and Meira was trying to hide behind a vase of flowers. Two pairs of feet walked in, one belonging to Dam, the others to her mother. Her mother! She dashed out.
"Mommy, mommy, here I am!" she shrieked, "I bet you couldn't find me and Legolas, we were hidden real good!" Legolas, shaking his head at his younger friend's naïveté, followed out. Rose threw herself in her mother's arms. Rose had her mother's hair and face structure, but Rellyn Stillwater's eyes were a warm brown, not her daughter's spicy emerald. Those, she claimed, were all her father's.
"Oh, why, I had no idea where you were, sweetling! You hide so cleverly, I just know I would have never found you! I hope you never hide from me again, it scared me that I might never find you..." -Find you...find you...-
-Never hide from me...I might never find you, Rosellyn...- Her mother was fading away, her warm arms dissolving. -Mommy, come back, I need you, I'll never hide from you again, can't you find me?- The air was growing colder, and darker. -Find me, mommy, why can't you find me, I'm only 900, you should find me, easy...-
She was in her cell, only it seemed smaller than she remembered, and it was filling up with icy water, up to her chest. She struggled to stand, but seemed rooted to the ground in a sitting position. The water was up to her chin, spilling in from cracks in the mortar, the bars on the door, seeping through the ground. She couldn't move her body below the water, only above it, only her head. She blew it away from her nose, every breath a struggle.
It was above her head. She watched it in an oddly detatched way, as though she wasn't the one drowning. Her mother appeared in front of her, hair wild in the water. She reached out to touch her daughter's face...but her hand vanished, she vanished, Rose was alone again, and drowning. "Find me..."
A/N: I'm not a big canonwhore; would Rosellyn and her friends know what Barad Dur is? I'm thinking they would, but I'm not too sure. Stay faithful, and ye shall be well rewarded!