Where Present Meets The Past
Disclaimer: I own nothing except Elenlome /Nenya. Tolkein owns Arda, any references to the PPC belong to the fabulous Jay and Acacia.
A/N: Like I've said before, I believe that Arda is NOT Earth. It's just so hard not to write when the Nuzgul comes- or, in this case, your seriously underworked imagination invents a nice little storyline.
A Different World.
It had changed a lot.
Elrond Peredhil stared at the dry, barren land before him. This was not Valinor! By Elbereth...
He felt a sudden, light touch on his arm. Celebrian was standing just behind him, her golden hair shining gently under the harsh sun. There was fear in her eyes; she was regarding this place as if it was the Void and Melkor were there beside her.
"How..." she whispered, looking up at him in utter terror. "Why..."
It was a question he had no answer to.
"I do not know, mellon-nin," he breathed, pulling her close. "I do not know!"
They were lost...trapped...
""""""""""""
"NO!!"
He sat up violently, shaking the sweat from his head. Swiftly, the after- effects of the nightmare wore off, and his elven eyes could detect the glow of starlight outside the window of the chamber that he and Celebrian shared.
Thinking of Celebrian...
Yes, there she was, huddled beside him, her eyes wide open in an Elvish sleeping trance. She looked happy.
Then she stirred and woke, sleepily glancing about her, until her eyes lit on his alarmed face.
"Mellon-nin?" she inquired, dozily sitting up. "What is wrong, my love?"
"Nothing, a dream only," he replied, trying not to cause her worry. "It is naught, my dear, go sleep."
"A dream," she observed shrewdly, "would not cause you to wake in the middle of the night bearing the appearance of a Dwarf who has been forced to take flight. It is not a dream."
He laughed softly at her detailed observations. "Nay, Celebrian, and yet it was also a dream, merely exhaustingly lifelike. I bid you rest."
"While my husband sits and stares about as though he knows not right from left? Come, love, you know me better then that! It may be that your foresight speaks, and so it seems real for you."
He froze at her words. No, it could not be! And yet it made a terrible, twisted kind of sense ...
"I pray Iluvatar that is not the case," he murmured, drawing her into a tight embrace.
Oh, Eru, let that not be true! """"""""""""" A/N: Hey, I had to give a bit of explanation somewhere, didn't I? Anyone who has read Time Beyond Measure will have some idea of what is going on here, so go read, shoo! Kirsty.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except Elenlome /Nenya. Tolkein owns Arda, any references to the PPC belong to the fabulous Jay and Acacia.
A/N: Like I've said before, I believe that Arda is NOT Earth. It's just so hard not to write when the Nuzgul comes- or, in this case, your seriously underworked imagination invents a nice little storyline.
A Different World.
It had changed a lot.
Elrond Peredhil stared at the dry, barren land before him. This was not Valinor! By Elbereth...
He felt a sudden, light touch on his arm. Celebrian was standing just behind him, her golden hair shining gently under the harsh sun. There was fear in her eyes; she was regarding this place as if it was the Void and Melkor were there beside her.
"How..." she whispered, looking up at him in utter terror. "Why..."
It was a question he had no answer to.
"I do not know, mellon-nin," he breathed, pulling her close. "I do not know!"
They were lost...trapped...
""""""""""""
"NO!!"
He sat up violently, shaking the sweat from his head. Swiftly, the after- effects of the nightmare wore off, and his elven eyes could detect the glow of starlight outside the window of the chamber that he and Celebrian shared.
Thinking of Celebrian...
Yes, there she was, huddled beside him, her eyes wide open in an Elvish sleeping trance. She looked happy.
Then she stirred and woke, sleepily glancing about her, until her eyes lit on his alarmed face.
"Mellon-nin?" she inquired, dozily sitting up. "What is wrong, my love?"
"Nothing, a dream only," he replied, trying not to cause her worry. "It is naught, my dear, go sleep."
"A dream," she observed shrewdly, "would not cause you to wake in the middle of the night bearing the appearance of a Dwarf who has been forced to take flight. It is not a dream."
He laughed softly at her detailed observations. "Nay, Celebrian, and yet it was also a dream, merely exhaustingly lifelike. I bid you rest."
"While my husband sits and stares about as though he knows not right from left? Come, love, you know me better then that! It may be that your foresight speaks, and so it seems real for you."
He froze at her words. No, it could not be! And yet it made a terrible, twisted kind of sense ...
"I pray Iluvatar that is not the case," he murmured, drawing her into a tight embrace.
Oh, Eru, let that not be true! """"""""""""" A/N: Hey, I had to give a bit of explanation somewhere, didn't I? Anyone who has read Time Beyond Measure will have some idea of what is going on here, so go read, shoo! Kirsty.