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The Last Day in Rivendell

Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings. Nor Rivendell. Despite my offer, Elladan and Elrohir would not sell it to me.

Authors note: Well, I am not sure how this chapter shall be, nor how it shall turn out, so bear with me and REVIEW!

The next day dawned bright and early and two of the children of Elrond found themselves waking a human girl that refused to wake up. Arwen shook her and in the end her blankets were stripped off of her, and yet she did not wake. Elrohir suddenly got an idea. He went over to the door and slammed it shut. Rebecca was jarred from sleep, and so surprised by the noise that she fell right out of bed onto the floor.

"Are you all right?" Arwen asked as Elrohir came and knelt near her.

"Yes, I'm fine. I do it all the time," she groggily replied. Elrohir helped her up.

"You have to get ready quickly if you wish to make it down for breakfast. In our rush we forgot to bring anything for it.

"Very well," Rebecca said, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and giving a big yawn. The two left her and got ready themselves, making sure the cottage was just as they left it.

Within fifteen minutes Rebecca was washed, dressed, and awake. She got on the horse in front of Elrohir, and then they rode off. Down took a lot less time than up, it usually does, and so they were back inside the Last Homely House before Elrond finished his eggs.

After breakfast, Arwen said she had some things she had to do, so she excused herself and went off.

"What would you like to do on your last day in Rivendell?" Elrohir asked.

"I do not know. I feel as if I ought to do something, something big and crazy, but I cannot think of a single thing," she answered.

"Hmm...Well, I can think of something, but only if you trust me completely, and...they consent."

"What are you talking about?"

"You'll see!" Elrohir grinned. He gave a loud whistle and in a few minutes Rebecca saw two great eagles flying towards them. "Greetings my friends!" Elrohir said to them when they landed.

"Greetings Elrohir son of Elrond. What can we do for you?"

"Remember that favor you owe me?" he asked.

"Yes," the eagle on the left replied.

"I want to claim that favor today," he said. "I want you and your brother to take Rebecca and myself flying."

Both eagles cocked their heads to the side and looked at him as if to ask, "Are you sure?"

"Well, if that is what you wish, then that is what we shall do!" the eagle on the right replied. Elrohir helped Rebecca onto the back of the one on the right, and he mounted the one on the left, and they were off.

From her lofty seat on the eagle's back, she could see farther than she thought possible. She could see all the way down to Isengard, all the way to the edges of Mirkwood, to the north eastern tip of Lorien, and all about. She was clinging for dear life, but oh, how she wanted to spread out her arms and pretend she was soaring.

"Good eagle, if I let go with my hands and happen to fall, will you catch me?" she asked, feeling rather silly for asking.

"Certainly! And please do! You are pulling on my feathers!" the eagle replied.

Slowly she let go and slowly she stretched out her arms, with her eyes closed. She really did feel like she was flying. She opened her eyes once more and saw all the world opening up before her. She glanced over to her left and saw Elrohir talking to his eagle and laughing. Apparently they were old friends.

The only thing Rebecca could think of doing was to enjoy the rush and the thrill. Suddenly the song "Eagles and Horses" popped into her head. She couldn't help but start singing it to herself. She sang the words "faster and faster" to loudly though, for the eagle took it as a hint and began to speed along even faster than she thought possible.

"I am sorry good eagle, I was singing. I really didn't mean for you to go faster than you wanted too!" she apologized.

"No, no, do not apologize. I love flying fast," he replied. "What is it you are singing anyway, I do not recognize it."

"It's called Eagles and Horses. A song from my world. You wouldn't know it."

"Maybe not, but I like it anyway."

Rebecca laughed. It was too beautiful, to exotic, to wild, to free to not laugh. The whole world was below her, the sun was above her, and soon, very soon, all would be right with Middle-earth. Her own world she forgot, no shadow of sadness could touch her above the tops of the mountains.

"Hold on!" the eagle suddenly commanded.

She held on tight as the eagle gave a great screech and began his spiraling descent.

Once upon the ground again, she thanked the eagle over and over again, watched them fly off, and then thanked Elrohir with a kiss.

"That was spectacular! Thank you." she said out of breath. All of the excitement had taken her breath away.

"You are more than welcome Mirë. More than welcome. I only wish I could do more," he said. "So, do you have any ideas as to what you wish to do next?"

"Collapse upon the ground and breathe!" she said.

Elrohir laughed. "And after that?"

"Start saying my good bye's to everyone and thank them all for being so nice to me," Rebecca added, her tone half serious, half light hearted.

"How about I save you time and tonight at supper we hold a huge going away feast for you so you can say good bye to everyone there."

"Won't Ivanneth hang you for popping this on him last minute?"

"No, for we have been planning this for a month," Elrohir grinned.

"You are marvelous! Simply marvelous!" Rebecca said as she flung her arms around him and kissed him.

Instead of spending the day going around and saying good bye to all the people she knew, she ran around saying good bye to all the places she knew.

They spent the better part of the day simply wandering around and enjoying the other's company. Elrond had given very strict orders for no one to disturb Elrohir that day, understanding how hard it is to lose someone you love.

The elven lord wasn't sure to marvel or puzzle a little at the two, both knew it was impossible for them to get married, yet they chose to let themselves love the other anyway, then they learned that they could be together, in the end. To his knowledge, neither one had done anything to compromise the other's honor, though he wasn't about to condone their kissing to all hours. Even with the gift of foresight, he never saw this coming. He began to wonder why love seemed so forbidden in his family. Well, grant it, part of it was his fault, with Arwen and Aragorn anyway, but Elladan never married, his own parents had their fair share of struggles, his grandparents only got married after both of them died, he himself was not permitted to keep his wife long, for she was poisoned and had to sail West... What a strange family history he had. Other elven families had lineages of marriage that mostly began and ended happily. The price of a great lineage: a bizarre family history. He sighed and turned back to his tasks at hand.

The two were sitting on a couch in his room with a bright fire burning and they were trying desperately not to think of her imminent departure.

They were kissing and speaking softly when suddenly Rebecca sat up a bit and said, "Elro, I can't decide what I'd rather do, spend all night in here with you or run around telling everyone good-bye."

"Do not worry about it, just let the day bring you what it will, and it is about to bring you another kiss," he said, ending in a whisper.

"But Elro," she said, escaping his kiss, "I really feel I ought to."

"Mirë, do not worry about it," he said with a grin.

She looked at him with a laughing glare, "And what is your grin about? I know you well enough by now to know it is not an innocent grin!"

"I shall never tell!" he laughed. He gave her a kiss and then said, "I will not have to."

"Will you stop with the riddles!" she exclaimed with faux exasperation.

"Never!" he laughed, then kissed her again.

That night, the supper bell rang, and in the great dining hall a feast was held as a grand good bye to Rebecca. Ivanneth out did himself with that supper, causing Rebecca to eat more than she thought possible, everything being so delicious and all. Afterwards they were dismissed to the Hall of Fire where she found herself being surrounded by smiling elves all saying good bye, Elbereth protect you, and we shall miss you. There was a minstrel playing a song on his mandolin and singing, and the elves began to dance. Rebecca joined Elrohir and she twirled and danced til she thought her feet would fall off. Around three Rebecca made a farewell speech.

"You all have been far nicer to me than I deserve, I am certain. Since the moment I arrived til now I have been met with nothing but hospitality, good conversation, good music, and good friends. I really dislike the fact I must leave, but I have to. I shall remember all of you for the rest of my short days, and shall be thankful that I had opportunity to meet you all. I would truly love to stay up and dance til dawn, but this frail mortal frame is telling me I must go to bed, so good night to you all, good bye, Elbereth bless!" Rebecca said.

She left the Hall of Fire with those words and was escorted back to her room by Elrohir. She went inside and he followed.

"Are you certain you must sleep?" he asked.

"Yes. I am quite tired Elro. I am sorry, truly, but I must sleep," she answered.

"Well then, good night," he said as he wrapped her in his arms. He kissed her long, quite long, and then whispered, "Good night" against her lips.

"Well, I may be able to stay up a little longer, for a few more good night kisses," she said before she kissed him again. Yes, she was quite tired, but she would fight it just to get one more kiss.

For half an hour they kissed, over and over again, at last Rebecca's legs refused to hold her up anymore, so Elrohir picked her up and laid her in bed. He gave her one last kiss good night, and she fell asleep right in the middle of it.

He left the room and whispered, "I love you Mirë nin, til the breaking of the world."

Authors note: Well, that was just like the rest of this story, unexpected or planned by me! REVIEW!