Epilogue III
Elrond was the first to enter Elizabeth's room. He found little recognition in her eyes. He sighed.
"Elizabeth, aieramin, do you not know your ada?" he asked wearily.
"I know you but I do not." Elizabeth answered, peering at him carefully. "I am sorry but it has been so long."
"Indeed it has, daughter." Elrond answered. He could stand it no longer. He embraced Elizabeth and poured into her all the love and warmth he'd been saving for her since she'd left.
Elizabeth smelled the smell of herbs and healing salve and remembered. It was as if she had just seen himyesterday.When Elrond pulled away, he found the recognition he had wanted, the recognition he had been searching for. Elizabeth gazed into her father's eyes and felt tears filling her own. And finally she could take it no more.
"Ada!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms back around her elven father. "I remember."
He drew away from the embrace and checked just to make sure he wasn't imagining. But he wasn't. Elrond smiled a smile that he had not smiled for years.
Moments later, Celebrian entered the room and sat down quietly on the bed, opposite her husband. She watched Elrond and Elizabeth and smiled. But there was something else. In the short time that Celebrian had known Elizabeth, she had grown to understand her faintly. And now, something was different. Something was wrong.
Celebrian shook away her current thoughts and decided to bring it up later, though. Now was not the time for acting on suspicions. It was the time for reunions.
Weeks passed quickly, with Elizabeth spending hours and hours of her time with her closest friends and family. Her father began to recreate the protectiveness towards Elizabeth that he had once had, Celebrian bonded with her adopted daughter and learn more about her. Haldir found his inward happiness increasing with each day – even his brothers noticed how much Elizabeth's return had changed him. They were happy to see their brother's soul filled with joy once more. Rumil and Orophin were also happy to see Elizabeth, and thankful for the chance to bond with her more.
Elizabeth found herself spending more and more time with Gandalf. Although she was a grown young woman in their world, she would still run to his room with glee and throw herself into his arms in an unladylike manner. He would open his welcoming arms to her and laugh out of sheer joy at seeing her again. She would fall asleep in the library with him and he would end up carrying her back to her room and tucking her in. And she would wake the next day knowing that it must have been Gandalf that carried her back.
Legolas, Elladan, Elrohir, Gimli and her other friends occupied her time as well, but none more than Gandalf. He was more family to her than her blood relatives were. At times Elizabeth wondered how Gandalf and her grandfather could be the same soul. To think that the man she called grandfather was so different compared to Gandalf. Elizabeth would sometimes spend hours with Gandalf where all they'd do was just sit in the calm peace of each other's presences and reflect on life. She would watch the White Wizard silently, thinking of absolutely nothing. Elizabeth would only change the blank expression on her face if Gandalf's eyes met hers.
Gandalf, on the other hand, would watch Elizabeth inquisitively out of the corner of his eyes and think about her journeys in Middle Earth. He would remember the extreme pain she suffered for him and for herself and how she had transformed from a little girl to a beautiful young woman. Then he would turn his head and look her in the eye. He would smile lightly as she blushed, embarrassed that she'd been caught staring, and look back out towards the scenery surrounding them. It was good to have Elizabeth back, but Gandalf had a feeling that she wouldn't stay for long.
Small firecrackers went off, thanks to Gandalf, in Elizabeth's honor. Several elves celebrated her return and gave their warm words in her favor. Elizabeth drank nothing but water that night, although many of her friends drank elvish wine. Each time she was asked if she required a drink, her hand would subconsciously move towards her small bulge where the child was, and she would say no, thank you.
Gandalf watched her from his corner and caught her in the act a few times. He folded his arms as he leaned against the wall and observed her movement more carefully. Had he really seen her hand go to her stomach? Was that a slight bulge or was it his imagination? His brow furrowed. He would be giving Elizabeth a stern talking to the next morning.
Celebrian watched her adopted daughter in worry. She too had seen Elizabeth's hand. But she saw no glow of pregnancy around Elizabeth. Perhaps it was because Elizabeth did not wish to be pregnant. No. Celebrian shook her thoughts away. Tonight was a night for celebrating, for Elizabeth. She smiled as Haldir escorted Elizabeth to the dance floor and began gracefully guiding her towards the center. Haldir truly felt for her, felt that it was his duty to protect her as a brother. Celebrian also noticed that Haldir's twin brothers were collaborating with her twin sons. She frowned. Now what could they be up to? Celebrian shook her head exasperatedly. Boys.
Elizabeth's hand was clasped in Haldir's and she watched him with a smile on her face. He watched her, a small smile across his own face.
"Are you enjoying the evening?" Haldir asked.
"Indeed I am, Haldir. Am I doing anything to cause you to think otherwise?" Elizabeth asked, a sly smile on her face. Haldir caught the look before Elizabeth hid it and smiled equally.
"No, little one, you are not."
The song they'd been dancing to ended and Elizabeth took her hands from Haldir.
"Would you fancy a walk in the gardens?" Elizabeth asked.
Haldir smiled and chuckled lightly. "I believe my sister knows me far too well. Yes, I would."
He put a protective hand on Elizabeth's back as he escorted her outside. His hand stayed on the small of her back as they, together, entered the gardens. A peaceful silence rested upon brother and sister as they enjoyed one another's company.
"I sense that you are unhappy." Haldir said, breaking the peaceful silence. Elizabeth stiffened uncomfortably, but tried to hide her reaction. It was too late, though. Haldir had already seen, and put a reassuring hand on her back. "It is all right, aieramin; you know that you can trust me."
Elizabeth looked at Haldir silently, and wondered if he knew, just by looking at her, that she was pregnant. If he did, then there was no need to answer his question, but if he didn't, then he was suspicious that something was definitely causing her unhappiness.
"What do you think it is?" Elizabeth asked softly.
Haldir tilted his head to one side. "I do not know. I am hoping that my little sister can tell me."
Good. So he didn't know, or suspect. Elizabeth faked happiness.
"Then I shall tell you. I am not unhappy at all; simply nostalgic." Elizabeth lied. She watched Haldir's facial expression for his reaction. He studied her for a moment, looking in her eyes, searching for truth. When he accepted Elizabeth's answer, she felt a hefty amount of relief wash over her.
Haldir put a smile on his face. "What? My aieramin, nostalgic for her old home? Or just remembering the old days?"
Elizabeth smiled at the happy memories of Middle Earth and the Grey Heavens. "Remembering the old days."
Haldir watched Elizabeth silently as she reminisced about friends that had been left behind. He did not feel jealously that she missed her mortal friends. Men and hobbits grew old and withered away easily, elves, and in this case, Elizabeth, did not.
"You miss them greatly." He stated. Elizabeth didn't answer at first. It seemed as if she were trying to find the right words to state the answer in her heart. She sighed and settled with simple terms.
"Indeed I do, Haldir. I miss them terribly."
"Perhaps a visit would be in order?" Haldir suggested. "I'm sure the Lady, or Lord Elrond would know how to alter the magic circle you travel in so that you could visit Middle Earth as well – just to check up on them."
Elizabeth smiled, grateful for the suggestion. You could always count on Haldir for his brilliant ideas.
"Maybe." She said simply. She shivered. "Shall we retire for the evening? It is getting a bit late."
Haldir nodded and wrapped an arm around his little sister's shoulder to keep her warm. He walked her to her quarters and bid her good night.
The next morning, Celebrian awoke with the sun and could think of nothing else besides Elizabeth and her strange actions. She decided to awaken Elizabeth for a morning stroll in the gardens. But when Celebrian approached Elizabeth's door and received no answer to her knock, she became worried. She turned the doorknob and entered Elizabeth's room cautiously, but found her bed empty. The bathing door was closed.
Celebrian relaxed, telling herself that Elizabeth was just inside, bathing. But then she heard the sound of retching and heaving and hurried to the door. She tried to open the door, but found it locked. Celebrian calmed herself easily by taking a deep breath.
"Elizabeth?" she called. "Elizabeth, dear, are you in there?"
She heard the retching cease and soon after, a coughing fit was heard. Then she heard the noise of water draining out and water running from the sink. Celebrian stepped away from the door as it was unlocked and Elizabeth emerged from the bathing room, looking paler than ever. Celebrian embraced Elizabeth and quickly guided her to the bed.
"You poor dear!" she said exasperatedly.
"I'll be fine in just a minute." Elizabeth insisted. "Just give me some time."
"I know the experiences of morning sickness far too well." Celebrian said. "I can get you some herbal tea to help the nausea."
"Thank you, I'd very much appreciate – wait, how morning sickness?" Elizabeth asked, pretending not to know what Celebrian was talking about. "What are you talking about? I've just caught the flu."
Celebrian arched an eyebrow. "It is no use lying to me, Elizabeth. Any mother can tell that you are more than a few weeks along."
Elizabeth sighed, defeated. She felt a supportive hand on her shoulder that belonged to Celebrian.
"How far?" Celebrian asked gently.
"Five and a half months." Elizabeth answered dejectedly. "I don't even know who the father is."
Celebrian looked shocked. "How is this possible?"
"It just is." Elizabeth snapped suddenly. "In my world, it's very possible."
"My dear, if a woman goes around with other men, then—"
"I didn't go around with other men!" Elizabeth yelled. She seemed to catch herself off guard with her own yelling. She regained composure and began speaking at a normal level. "My virginity was stolen and the child was forced upon me. This was not a choice I made!"
So that's why she didn't glow like most mothers. Celebrian nodded to herself and thought about Elizabeth's words. There was only one conclusion the elven lady could draw from the young human's words. Elizabeth had undoubtedly been raped. She closed her eyes tightly for a quick moment and then opened them.
"Was it a man of our world, or yours?" Celebrian asked. Elizabeth realized at once that her secret had been discovered and bowed her head in shame.
"Look, it was some guy from a celebration of sorts in my world. But it doesn't matter. What's done is done. Can we talk about something else now?" Elizabeth asked quickly.
Celebrian sensed Elizabeth's shame immediately and felt pity for her.
"Child, you have no need to feel ashamed. It is the thief that should feel ashamed." Celebrian answered.
"It's none of your business. Now please, change the subject." Elizabeth answered. Celebrian realized that there would be no reasoning with her now. She sighed.
"Very well. I shall retrieve some herbal tea for the morning sickness."
Elizabeth watched as Celebrian walked out of her chambers and sighed with relief. She would not have been able to maintain composure for long on the topic of her being raped. She would have broken and that wasn't something she wanted Celebrian to see.
She slowly forced herself to put on a fresh gown and washed her face. When she looked in the mirror, she looked frighteningly pale. There was no makeup in Middle Earth, and Elizabeth had brought none. So, sighing, Elizabeth headed towards Gandalf's chambers.
When she found them, his door was closed, but Elizabeth knew he was inside. She knocked on the door politely and waited. Gandalf answered the door clad in his usual white robes and found a pale friend waiting. His worried frown was not hidden from Elizabeth as she was ushered into the room.
"My dear, what is wrong?" Gandalf asked kindly, leading Elizabeth to sit in a comfortable armchair.
Gandalf could see that Elizabeth was hesitant to answer and knew immediately that the topic was complex and delicate. He gave Elizabeth's arm a reassuring pat.
"Take your time, child. You know very well that you have a rather sizeable amount of it at hand." Gandalf said.
Elizabeth took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant."
To Elizabeth's deepest surprise, Gandalf showed no signs of shock or disgust. In fact he looked as if he had been expecting her to say the two words she'd said. He watched her from his own seat, an amusing expression playing upon his face.
"I know." Gandalf said, smiling lightly.
"What?" Elizabeth asked, surprised.
"I know." Gandalf repeated.
"No, I know you know. But how?" Elizabeth asked.
"Something has been different about you since you first arrived, my child, and I sensed a presence deep within you that was not your own." Gandalf answered simply. His smiled disappeared. "You do not know who the father is, do you?"
Elizabeth shook her head in shame and looked at her feet. Gandalf stood from his chair and brought her chin up so that they were face to face.
"Do not be ashamed, Elizabeth. Rape is not a thing to be taken lightly – even in our primitive world. The shame belongs to the one who stole your virginity, not you." Gandalf said reassuringly. He embraced Elizabeth for a long time. "Be strong, child, you must be strong."
Elizabeth found herself crying – and not just crying, but pouring tears out from her eyes. Gandalf held her and rocked her back and forth, allowing her to relieve herself of the tears. He stroked her hair with his hand. The White Wizard brought her to a little couch and sat down with her, allowing her to continue her weeping. A while later Gandalf realized that the tears had stopped and fatigue had overwhelmed her. He gently carried her to his bed and tucked her in.
Then, after giving her hand a squeeze, Gandalf left his chambers in search of some extra blankets. He had a feeling that Elizabeth would need emotional support for the rest of the evening. When Gandalf had finally found the blankets, picked out five, gone on a detour to the kitchens for a snack, gone on another detour to the library for a few more books and then returned to his chambers, he paused at the door before going in. He hoped Elizabeth was still sleeping. But when he opened his door, the bed was empty and sounds of retching could be heard from inside the bathing room. Gandalf waited patiently until Elizabeth was done and offered to fetch her some soup when she exited the bathing room. Although Elizabeth denied, Gandalf thought that she could use the food; she was painfully thin and terribly pale. After that, Elizabeth climbed into bed and fell into slumber again, while Gandalf sat by the fire and watched her sleep.
When Elizabeth awoke, Gandalf was not sitting by the fire. She shifted, expecting nausea, but surprisingly felt none. She leapt out of bed in joy and went to her own chambers to freshen up and dress. But when she came out of the bathroom, someone was waiting for her, his arms folded across his chest. His facial expression told Elizabeth that there would be no bargaining with him this time; he meant business.
"You are getting far too pale and thin, Elizabeth." The old wizard said.
"I am on a diet." Elizabeth answered simply. At Gandalf's confused expression, she elaborated, "It's when one attempts to lose weight."
Gandalf snorted lightly. "I hardly think that losing weight is an intelligent course of action when you're pregnant."
Elizabeth held her jaw firm and looked Gandalf in the eye. "My weight is my business, not yours."
"It will become my business the moment you become underweight," Gandalf snapped, "and at the moment, you are severely underweight."
Elizabeth looked down at herself. Well…he was right…she was getting a little thin. Her clothes hung on her limbs now…but…wait! Gandalf was not her father. Therefore, he could not order her around.
"You're not my father, so stop acting like him." Elizabeth replied. Gandalf's expression did not waver.
"No," he said, agreeing. "I am not your father. But Lord Elrond is."
And as if on cue, Gandalf motioned to a corner of the room. Elizabeth's eyes immediately followed and found Lord Elrond, her ada sitting calmly in the corner. He had heard everything. He rose and walked a few long strides to stand at Gandalf's side.
"Ada, surely you cannot agree with Gandalf." Elizabeth said, shock playing about her face.
"Fortunately, I do." Elrond said, eyeing his daughter. "You are far too thin to survive pregnancy. You must eat more and stop allowing yourself to waste away with the child."
Elizabeth's shock turned to rage. How did he know? Surely Celebrian had known that their conversation was on the strictest of circumstances and none of it was to be repeated at all. Gandalf wouldn't have told – he just couldn't have! Elizabeth's rage was so great that she could not contain it. She stood up quickly and glared murderously at the two.
"Must the entire population of elves know of my condition!" she asked loudly, and angrily. "You have no right to tell me what I can and cannot do with my own body! Stop acting like my father, you'll never be like him!"
Elizabeth was surprised at herself when she felt pleased to see the hurt and shock wash through Elrond's features. "And furthermore…furthermore…further…"
She never finished her words, for at that moment, she slumped to the ground, too deprived of food and nutrition to continue. Strong arms caught her and her eyes closed when she passed out.
When Elizabeth came to, her first concern was for her unborn child. She no longer cared how and why Elrond knew about it; she only cared about her daughter. Wait…daughter? How did she know the child's gender? She blinked groggily and the answer came to her: female intuition. A wave of grief and depression came unbidden to her, and fled just as quickly as it had come. She frowned inwardly, confused with her emotions. Then, the desire for love came over her, and hid itself in the back of her head. She blinked and her vision cleared. Her father, her ada, Elrond, was staring down at her, concern written across his features. Gandalf was standing by the fireplace with his back to her. Elizabeth blinked and tried to sit up but found that the elven lord held her down. He then withdrew his hand, and slowly helped her to sit up. A bowl of broth was brought to her face and her father commanded her to eat.
"If not for me, then eat it for the little one." Elrond said, a hint of pleading in his voice.
Elizabeth looked from the spoonful of broth to Elrond's eyes, then back to the spoon. With a sigh, she opened her mouth and allowed Elrond to feed her the broth, spoonful by spoonful. And when she was done, Elrond commanded that she rest. He tucked her in and planted a kiss on her forehead, whispering "All is forgiven" to her before leaving. With a glance and nod towards Gandalf, he left her chambers, closing the door behind him.
After Elrond had left, Gandalf stood before the fireplace for a long time, his back to her, in complete silence. His elbow resting on the mantel, Elizabeth could tell that he was going to give her a lecture of some sort. She heard him take a deep breath, preparing to speak, but then he exhaled and remained silent. Finally he turned around.
"Elizabeth, I do not know whether to chastise you or let you alone. You are a grown woman; you should not need to be told the difference between right and wrong." Gandalf said. He paused indefinitely, watching Elizabeth's unflinching facial features. He came to her bedside and sat down, taking her small hands in his own.
"Elizabeth, your father and I love you very much and we do not want to see you hurt yourself, or your young one." Gandalf said. "Your child will be a great gift to the world, much like its mother. Do not destroy what the Valar have blessed you with."
"Blessed?" Elizabeth asked incredulously. "They call this a blessing? This is an illegitimate baby – a bastard child! How can they call this a blessing?"
Gandalf looked upon Elizabeth gently. "My dear, your child will be great. Your child will be known throughout all the land as the child of the one who aided us in the destruction of the Dark Lord Sauron."
Elizabeth looked away. "What if I don't want my child to be known like that? What if I never wanted children in the first place? Didn't the Valar put that in mind? Didn't they consider that I had a plan for my own life?"
"The Valar did not plan for your life to be ruined. Sometimes we plan our lives differently from the way our lives are supposed to play out." Gandalf answered kindly. "Do you think I planned to be a wizard when I was a young boy? Absolutely not. I wanted to be a metal worker just like my father. I wanted to have the honor of making the king's crown. But, I soon found that the Valar had labeled me as the grey wizard, destined for supposed greatness and look at me now. Could you honestly say that I would be happier as a metal worker?"
Elizabeth laughed softly, shaking her head. "No, I suppose not."
Gandalf smiled. "Exactly. You will bloom into what you are destined to be, whether you like it or not. The best you can do is embrace your future with as much optimism as possible."
"I'll try."
Gandalf ruffled her hair lightly and kissed her on the forehead. "Good. Rest well, dearest."
From that point forward, Elizabeth did not constantly try to hide from her father's watchful eye. She did not show her constant annoyance when Gandalf accompanied her on evening walks, nor did she tell her guardians to mind their own business when they asked if she had eaten enough that day. Elizabeth slowly became healthier and even put on a little extra weight that in her guardians' eyes made her even more beautiful. But when the five month mark had come and Elizabeth's belly was larger than it should have been, Elrond made a point to examine her.
"I found nothing wrong, my dear." Elrond said austerely. "Your children are perfectly healthy."
"Oh good," Elizabeth said, breathing a sigh of relief. "I thought something might be wrong with them, that there might be a – wait, children?"
Elrond smiled widely at his daughter. "Yes, my dear. You currently bear two young females. Fraternal twins."
Elizabeth's mouth dropped open in shock and she sat back against the bed frame. Twins. She was having twins. Twice the amount of work. Twice the amount of terrible twos. Twice the girl power. Twice the pain during labor if she gave birth in Middle Earth.
"Wow."
Elrond chuckled. "Another pair of children to add to my family. Another pair of twins. You had best keep them away from Rumil, Orophin, Elladan and Elrohir. Those four will make it a point to tarnish their pure feminine souls."
"I can only hope that you will protect them, Ada." Elizabeth said. She smiled and sighed. "I suppose this means that I require extra rest?"
Elrond nodded austerely. "Indeed, my daughter. You know me all too well."
He kissed her upon her brow and left. Elizabeth slid back into bed, her hands resting on her stomach where her two daughters rested.
"Soon, my little ones, soon you shall see the world." She whispered before falling into slumber herself.
(Dream)
"Look Mama, look what I can do!" a young voice cried as the owner promptly completed a somersault.
"I see, my child, I see." Elizabeth found herself replying. That must be one of my daughters, she realized. But where is the other?
"Well done, child!" another voice exclaimed. "You truly are very gifted indeed. Elizabeth, your eldest has just shown me the fastest way to complete one of Elrond's difficult logic puzzles!"
Elizabeth smiled. Gandalf, her children's source of fatherhood. "I wonder where she learned it. Certainly not from me."
Elizabeth saw for the first time, the eldest of the twins. She had jet black hair and dark, brooding eyes. It seemed to Elizabeth that she had been born scowling, but of the two, she was more mature and more advanced in anything she picked up. Clearly she had been born to be Elizabeth's heir to magic.
"Mama look! Look at the giant birdies!" the youngest of the twins cried, pointing to the air in excitement.
All eyes were on the sky and dread filled Elizabeth's heart. Those are no birds, she thought in fear.
"Those are not birds." Elizabeth's eldest said soberly. "Gandalf, what are they?"
"Always eager to learn, aren't you?" Gandalf asked, hoisting the eldest into his arms. "But there is no time. Quick, we must hide!"
"There is no time." Haldir said, emerging from his guard in the forest. Among him were his brothers, and the twin sons of Elrond. "Those are the Nazgul. Quickly! This way!"
Elizabeth found that Gandalf and Haldir had grabbed her daughters and began running after them. She wondered immediately how the Nazgul had been restored and even more, how they had found the Undying Lands. If they had a new master, that master would have either sent the Nazgul and their riders to the Undying Lands to destroy it or…Elizabeth's heart stopped. For my children, she thought, they've come for my children.
She sped up just in time to see the Witch King unsheathe his sword and approach Haldir and Gandalf on foot. She rushed ahead of them and raised her hands in front of her.
"You shall not pass!" she cried, summoning all the magic she could.
But the Witch King laughed. "I was slain once by a female such as yourself, but now I am whole. Nothing can stop my power now unless my master bid it."
Elizabeth slowly lowered her hands, her eyes wide as the information settled into her brain. He was back. Sauron was back. There was no way. It wasn't possible. The Witch King laughed and tapped his helmet lightly.
"I see your thoughts. You jump to conclusions much too quickly. Perhaps you shall die first and be as an example." He said.
Elizabeth moved to unsheathe her sword, but found she had none fastened around her waist. She backed away slowly with Gandalf and Haldir. She heard her youngest crying softly, but she heard nothing from her eldest.
"Leithio i philinn!" (Fire the arrows) a voice cried. Apparently Haldir had brought along his warriors with him. With the distraction in place, Haldir, Gandalf and Elizabeth took off into the forests surrounding them. As she headed away from her enemy, one of Haldir's men tossed her an elven sword and she took it gratefully.
As she ran, she heard the Witch King's voice as if he were just behind her. She felt a searing pain in her shoulder and all at once collapsed to the ground. The voices whispered to her in the dark speech of Mordor, the black tongue of the cursed. She saw the Witch King, her rival and arch enemy enter the vicinity where she lay and she held her breath.
"Holding your breath will not help you, human." The Witch King said. "I already know where you are. You cannot hide."
"What do you want my children for? What dark spells have you tried to cast upon them?"
Again, the Witch King's only reply was laughter. "So quick to jump to conclusions. Pity."
He stepped over her and looked down upon the woman that had slain Sauron as a child. He could not believe that the pathetic creature that lay before him had been so powerful once. Without practice, he could see that she had lost her greatness.
The Witch King lifted his blade over Elizabeth's heart and prepared for the murderous blow. Just as he prepared to bring it down, Elizabeth cried out and thrust her own, hidden sword into him with a bright smile and wild eyes. He froze, surprised at the human's competence and brought down his sword not into her heart, but just under her breast. Her eyes widened and she dropped the sword. Time seemed to slow down as it clattered to the ground and lay uselessly five inches from her hand. For the first time, Elizabeth noticed a ring on the Witch King's hand. It was a beautiful ring that Elizabeth knew had deceived the Witch King yet again. For although the ring was made from a beautiful black diamond, in the center of it was a red handprint. Elizabeth frowned through her pain, confused by the symbol. Then, as if by magic, the hand in the center of the ring turned the color of fire as it burned a signal. The Witch King held the ring up to examine it.
"Ah," he said. "Sadly, I must leave you incomplete and unfinished. Do not worry. Your daughters will not be left in such a state. I will make sure of it."
He disappeared faster than the blink of an eye. In the distance, Elizabeth heard the shrill scream of the flying beast and a child's scream. Then the flap of huge wings and silence.
Author's Note: Wow, look how long I've taken. I apologize for the wait, but for awhile, Elizabeth went on vacation and didn't tell me how her story ended. So...I was left with my own devices and had to work on my other story. I know I've neglected both of them because of other things I have in the works. Yeah. Anywho, thank you, faithful reviewers! I now have a solid direction for the rest of my epilogues (however, I'm not quite sure how many there will be...). I hope you enjoyed the little dream sequence at the end. I got that idea while doing some homework for an English class. I can't tell you what we're studying because that might give it away. But you CAN guess what that dream means and how Elizabeth will handle it. In fact I DARE you to guess and I'll see who's right or closest.
So there. My challenge for the reviewers: What do you think the dream means and how will Elizabeth handle it?
Thanks!
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