A Note: I do not own anything to do with Lord of the Rings---
they belong to those running the Tolkien estate, and anything to
do with New Line Cinema and anyone else affiliated with the
movie trilogy. Tari and Colin are my own creations, you want to
use them, just let me know, I'm pretty flexible. I am not making
any money from this (as is well shown by my bank account at the
moment, unfortunately); I'm just an obsessed fan who decided to
try my hand at it, after reading the works of many others. Hope
you like it, and review it for me please! Also thought up some
part of the plot for much later in the story that will include
Eomer, but look for that later on. Enjoy!
Chapter 4
Tari shuffled nervously, chewing softly on her lower lip as she tried to think of a way to tell them that, in her world, they were not real, only a creation of a writer's imagination.
"Well, Lord Elrond," Tari began, "I'm not really sure where to begin. This is going to sound quite strange to both of you, but I want you both to know that everything I am about to reveal to you is not false." Aragorn sat back in his chair, his dark brows furrowed in both confusion and thought. Elrond looked at Tari intensely, as if to read her thoughts to determine her honesty. Tari tried to keep her mind open to him, but she was unsure if he would be able to read her muddled thoughts.
After a few minutes, Elrond pulled up an extra chair and invited Tari to sit. "I have the feeling that this will be a somewhat long story. Please, be comfortable. Anything you have to tell us will be received in calm and trust, and in complete confidence, I assure you." Elrond said encouragingly as he sat to her right. Aragorn pulled his chair closer and sat at her left, the three of them forming an intimate triangle. "Please, my lady," Aragorn said softly, grasping her left hand into his two large, sword-roughened hands (**A/N...wish it were me!!!**), "Be at ease. No harm shall come to you here, you are safe, and among friends." Tari looked into his soft gray eyes, her dark, dusty blue orbs piercing as she nodded her thanks to him with a small smile on her face. "I thank you, milords, both, for your kindness in putting me at ease." Tari replied softly, looking between Aragorn and Elrond as she spoke. Taking a deep breath, she spoke in a voice barely above a whisper, looking down to the hands in her lap, her right playing with the hem of her sweatshirt, and the other still in Aragorn's encouraging grasp.
"This is not very easy to say, since it will, in all certainty, shock you both. The place I come from is not in the same realm as Middle Earth. In my world, Middle Earth does not exist as a real place with real people, but only in storybooks. That is how I know of what is happening here in Middle Earth. I have read these stories, and loved them more than any other I've ever read. I know about the Council that is about to take place, I know the result, and all the other events that are to take place. And, Strider, I know your true identity—you are Aragorn, son of Arathorn, heir of Isildur, and heir to the throne of Gondor." Tari paused at this, out of breath, gauging their reactions. They did not disappoint. Aragorn grew pale once hearing that she knew his true identity, while Elrond seemed to focus on the fact that, on Earth, their world did not exist.
"My lady," Elrond began, "there is no Middle Earth where you come from? Who is in your existence in your world?" "Only men, milord." Tari answered quietly. "Well, are there not evils in your world? Do you have peace and safety in your lands?" Elrond asked, baffled. Tari thought about how to answer that—it was a loaded question, whether he knew it or not. "Yes, Lord Elrond, there are evils in my world also. But you must understand, my world is very large, much larger, I deem, than Middle Earth. You could, according to the maps of Middle Earth I have seen in my books at home, ride a horse from one end to the other, though it would take you a long time. In my world, Middle Earth is the size of just one area of my lands, most resembling the continent of Europe. (**A/N...did anyone ever notice that ME kinda looks like Europe? Or am I nuts?**) Where I come from, there are many more such lands, some larger and some smaller, and separated by great seas. So, to answer your question, some areas seem to know some semblance of peace, but many of these lands are ravaged by war, hunger, disease, and utter poverty and destruction. Much like the good and evil here, both good and evil men exist in my world, not exactly in the form Sauron takes, but it is there as well." Elrond nodded silently, brows furrowed.
Tari looked over to Aragorn, instinctively knowing he was about to speak. "I know you must be feeling apprehensive about me knowing your identity, but please, don't be. It is not up to me to reveal anything to anyone, and I realize the seriousness of keeping your true self hidden. It is completely your decision, and I do honour that. I promise, I will never betray your secret." Aragorn let out a heaving sigh of relief. "I thank you, my lady. But what I truly desire to know is how much do you know about our lives?" Tari nodded, knowing that the question would be brought about at some point. "I am going to be completely honest with you, even though it may be difficult for you to hear. I cannot give away too much for fear of changing events that are destined to be. All I can truly tell you is that I know of the events of your entire life, even up until the day you die." Tari watched his eyes widen in apprehension, not sure if she meant it would happen sooner rather than later. "Rest assured, Aragorn, it shant be for a good long while yet." She patted Aragorn's hand holding hers with her free right hand, giving him a smile to calm him somewhat. "I understand that this is a lot of information to digest in a short time span, but if you have anything else you want to ask, now or later, I shall answer as much as I can." Tari said. She continued with a perplexed look on her face, "The only thing I don't know is the part that I shall be playing in all of this. This didn't happen in my storybooks!"
they belong to those running the Tolkien estate, and anything to
do with New Line Cinema and anyone else affiliated with the
movie trilogy. Tari and Colin are my own creations, you want to
use them, just let me know, I'm pretty flexible. I am not making
any money from this (as is well shown by my bank account at the
moment, unfortunately); I'm just an obsessed fan who decided to
try my hand at it, after reading the works of many others. Hope
you like it, and review it for me please! Also thought up some
part of the plot for much later in the story that will include
Eomer, but look for that later on. Enjoy!
Chapter 4
Tari shuffled nervously, chewing softly on her lower lip as she tried to think of a way to tell them that, in her world, they were not real, only a creation of a writer's imagination.
"Well, Lord Elrond," Tari began, "I'm not really sure where to begin. This is going to sound quite strange to both of you, but I want you both to know that everything I am about to reveal to you is not false." Aragorn sat back in his chair, his dark brows furrowed in both confusion and thought. Elrond looked at Tari intensely, as if to read her thoughts to determine her honesty. Tari tried to keep her mind open to him, but she was unsure if he would be able to read her muddled thoughts.
After a few minutes, Elrond pulled up an extra chair and invited Tari to sit. "I have the feeling that this will be a somewhat long story. Please, be comfortable. Anything you have to tell us will be received in calm and trust, and in complete confidence, I assure you." Elrond said encouragingly as he sat to her right. Aragorn pulled his chair closer and sat at her left, the three of them forming an intimate triangle. "Please, my lady," Aragorn said softly, grasping her left hand into his two large, sword-roughened hands (**A/N...wish it were me!!!**), "Be at ease. No harm shall come to you here, you are safe, and among friends." Tari looked into his soft gray eyes, her dark, dusty blue orbs piercing as she nodded her thanks to him with a small smile on her face. "I thank you, milords, both, for your kindness in putting me at ease." Tari replied softly, looking between Aragorn and Elrond as she spoke. Taking a deep breath, she spoke in a voice barely above a whisper, looking down to the hands in her lap, her right playing with the hem of her sweatshirt, and the other still in Aragorn's encouraging grasp.
"This is not very easy to say, since it will, in all certainty, shock you both. The place I come from is not in the same realm as Middle Earth. In my world, Middle Earth does not exist as a real place with real people, but only in storybooks. That is how I know of what is happening here in Middle Earth. I have read these stories, and loved them more than any other I've ever read. I know about the Council that is about to take place, I know the result, and all the other events that are to take place. And, Strider, I know your true identity—you are Aragorn, son of Arathorn, heir of Isildur, and heir to the throne of Gondor." Tari paused at this, out of breath, gauging their reactions. They did not disappoint. Aragorn grew pale once hearing that she knew his true identity, while Elrond seemed to focus on the fact that, on Earth, their world did not exist.
"My lady," Elrond began, "there is no Middle Earth where you come from? Who is in your existence in your world?" "Only men, milord." Tari answered quietly. "Well, are there not evils in your world? Do you have peace and safety in your lands?" Elrond asked, baffled. Tari thought about how to answer that—it was a loaded question, whether he knew it or not. "Yes, Lord Elrond, there are evils in my world also. But you must understand, my world is very large, much larger, I deem, than Middle Earth. You could, according to the maps of Middle Earth I have seen in my books at home, ride a horse from one end to the other, though it would take you a long time. In my world, Middle Earth is the size of just one area of my lands, most resembling the continent of Europe. (**A/N...did anyone ever notice that ME kinda looks like Europe? Or am I nuts?**) Where I come from, there are many more such lands, some larger and some smaller, and separated by great seas. So, to answer your question, some areas seem to know some semblance of peace, but many of these lands are ravaged by war, hunger, disease, and utter poverty and destruction. Much like the good and evil here, both good and evil men exist in my world, not exactly in the form Sauron takes, but it is there as well." Elrond nodded silently, brows furrowed.
Tari looked over to Aragorn, instinctively knowing he was about to speak. "I know you must be feeling apprehensive about me knowing your identity, but please, don't be. It is not up to me to reveal anything to anyone, and I realize the seriousness of keeping your true self hidden. It is completely your decision, and I do honour that. I promise, I will never betray your secret." Aragorn let out a heaving sigh of relief. "I thank you, my lady. But what I truly desire to know is how much do you know about our lives?" Tari nodded, knowing that the question would be brought about at some point. "I am going to be completely honest with you, even though it may be difficult for you to hear. I cannot give away too much for fear of changing events that are destined to be. All I can truly tell you is that I know of the events of your entire life, even up until the day you die." Tari watched his eyes widen in apprehension, not sure if she meant it would happen sooner rather than later. "Rest assured, Aragorn, it shant be for a good long while yet." She patted Aragorn's hand holding hers with her free right hand, giving him a smile to calm him somewhat. "I understand that this is a lot of information to digest in a short time span, but if you have anything else you want to ask, now or later, I shall answer as much as I can." Tari said. She continued with a perplexed look on her face, "The only thing I don't know is the part that I shall be playing in all of this. This didn't happen in my storybooks!"
