The Lost Ones
Disclaimer: I don't own LotR or anything else that Tolkien owns. Heehee, I do own Adriana and her bf. I do not own Ford Mustangs (though owning one wouldn't be too bad)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: For those of you who don't know, one of my best friends commited suicide on the 17th of March and I have had a hard time with it. Sorry I haven't updated, but now you know why. My apologies, this chapter is dedicated to her.
Chapter Two:
The elven maiden smiled at me. "Vendui', sut naa lle?" {Greetings. How are you?}
A smile crossed the Prince's mouth, as I grew angry. "She does not know Elvish, she understands only Westron."
Arwen nodded, "I am sorry. Greeting. How are you?"
I glanced down at my arm, "Not well at all thanks." Dry sarcasm flowed from my voice.
Arwen sighed, "Come here. Is it broken?" I nodded and Arwen smiled, "Sleep child. I do not wish you to feel the pain."
I rolled my eyes, "I am not tired!" A soft voice rose from behind me and I saw Prince singing. I was about to say something when a sleepy feeling came over me and my knees started to give way.
Prince picked me up, "Come pen neth. Arwen, she will stay next to my room." Slowly I felt the two walking forward. Then I was lost in dreams of my old life.
~~~DREAM SEQUENCE~~~
My mother hustled around the kitchen, preparing a meal. My father, the only drunk preacher in the small town we lived in, was passed out again. I heard my mother's weeping as I walked through the house. My little sister was sitting in the hallway with her teddy bear in her arms. There was a bright bruise on her cheek, damn my father. Further down the hall I noticed that no one had touched my bedroom, it was still tidy except for the pile of clothes in the corner.
My mother sobbed, "Julie, come on, dinner time!" My sister slipped down the hall sadly. The two sat at the table in silence. My mother was not touching her food, and she was deathly thin. That is when I saw the cuts. My mother was cutting her wrists. The room began to spin and I woke in my school.
Keith had quit the football team and hardly talked to anyone as he meandered silently down the halls. His face was a mask of bitter sorrow.
I followed him into his car and watched him cry as he drove down the rode. I did not recognize where he was going until he pulled up to the cemetery. I saw several of my friends sitting by a large statue of an angel and weeping. I walked closer and saw that it was my grave. Keith put a comforting hand on each of the girls' shoulders as he walked up and placed a sole blue rose on my grave. Blue roses had always been our little sign of affection.
Keith knelt down and started to pray aloud, "Lord, please give us strength to deal with this dramatic loss. Please tell Adri that we all love her and that she was a ray of light to us. Please bless her and help us to come to terms with the fact that she is in a better place now. I pray this in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen."
Tears came to my eyes. "I'M NOT DEAD! KEITH! I am right here!!" No one heard me. I ran up to Keith to hug him but I couldn't touch him. As he crossed himself after praying I recalled all the days we spent at church or just playing together when we were younger. 'Will I ever get home?' I started to scream, "I AM NOT DEAD! I AM NOT DEAD!" I repeated myself over and over to no avail.
~~~End Dream Sequence~~~
The elf prince shook my several times, "Wake up pen neth {little one}! Wake up!"
I stirred, "I'm not dead!"
He eyed me oddly, "I know. You were dreaming. Are you okay?"
Concern filled his mystical blue eyes. I nodded weakly, "Yeah. I'm alright the elf formally know as prince." An even more concerned look over came him. I sighed, "Never mind."
"The sun is just now setting, would you like something to eat?"
I shrugged, "I could use some munchies." Prince took my hand and led me through the halls. I pulled my hand away from his as we walked towards the bustling dining room.
The Prince sat next to me and introduced me to his father. The aged elf smiled warmly at me, "Welcome, Adriana of America."
I smiled halfheartedly as I glanced at all the blond elven heads. I felt very out of place. I had long black hair and green eyes, a drastic contrast to the blond-haired blue-eyed elves that surrounded me.
I looked at the food Legolas placed before me. "What is all this? Can't I just have mac and cheese?"
Several elves looked at me oddly and Prince laughed, "Very funny. Eat it."
His voice was somewhat overbearing and had a misogynistic tone to it. I glared at him, "On second thought, I am not really that hungry. I will just be off to sleep now." I stood without another word and walked back down the corridors I had just traveled. I heard King Thranduil order Prince to follow me. I heard him call to me but I continued on my way. I was enraged at his cocky attitude.
"Adriana! What is wrong?"
I turned and glared, "You are a cocky jerk! That is what is wrong!" I slammed the door to my room and paced the floor. Before I could object I noticed that the elf prince had entered through another door on the east wall. I glared at him, "Go fuck yourself!"
Legolas looked at me, "If you are going to behave that way then I will have you removed from the premises!"
I gave him my coldest stare, "Good Prince! I don't wanna be here! I wanna be back in North Carolina with my friends and family! I wanna be home!" I stared to cry. The elf was surprised by the sudden change in mood.
I sobbed and weakly tried to push him away as he wrapped his arms around me, "I don't want cancer, I just wanna be normal!"
"Shh, it's ok." The pointy-eared man held me firmly in his arms and stroked my ebon hair. "It's going to be okay. We can try and get you home in the morning."
I sniffled loudly, "Ok. Thank you."
He smiled, "Diola lle."
"What?"
The blond haired prince laughed, "It's thank you in elvish."
I studied him intently, "Well, diola lle." He showed me where I could find my night garments and smiled.
"I will have the tailor make you some clothes tomorrow, just in case you wish to stay."
A smile crossed my lips, "Diola lle."
He laughed and headed out the door, "Quel du. Good night."
I nodded, "Quel du." I slept much more soundly that night, in hope of returning home.
~~~To Be Continued~~~
In loving memory of Angela Murphy.
Disclaimer: I don't own LotR or anything else that Tolkien owns. Heehee, I do own Adriana and her bf. I do not own Ford Mustangs (though owning one wouldn't be too bad)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: For those of you who don't know, one of my best friends commited suicide on the 17th of March and I have had a hard time with it. Sorry I haven't updated, but now you know why. My apologies, this chapter is dedicated to her.
Chapter Two:
The elven maiden smiled at me. "Vendui', sut naa lle?" {Greetings. How are you?}
A smile crossed the Prince's mouth, as I grew angry. "She does not know Elvish, she understands only Westron."
Arwen nodded, "I am sorry. Greeting. How are you?"
I glanced down at my arm, "Not well at all thanks." Dry sarcasm flowed from my voice.
Arwen sighed, "Come here. Is it broken?" I nodded and Arwen smiled, "Sleep child. I do not wish you to feel the pain."
I rolled my eyes, "I am not tired!" A soft voice rose from behind me and I saw Prince singing. I was about to say something when a sleepy feeling came over me and my knees started to give way.
Prince picked me up, "Come pen neth. Arwen, she will stay next to my room." Slowly I felt the two walking forward. Then I was lost in dreams of my old life.
~~~DREAM SEQUENCE~~~
My mother hustled around the kitchen, preparing a meal. My father, the only drunk preacher in the small town we lived in, was passed out again. I heard my mother's weeping as I walked through the house. My little sister was sitting in the hallway with her teddy bear in her arms. There was a bright bruise on her cheek, damn my father. Further down the hall I noticed that no one had touched my bedroom, it was still tidy except for the pile of clothes in the corner.
My mother sobbed, "Julie, come on, dinner time!" My sister slipped down the hall sadly. The two sat at the table in silence. My mother was not touching her food, and she was deathly thin. That is when I saw the cuts. My mother was cutting her wrists. The room began to spin and I woke in my school.
Keith had quit the football team and hardly talked to anyone as he meandered silently down the halls. His face was a mask of bitter sorrow.
I followed him into his car and watched him cry as he drove down the rode. I did not recognize where he was going until he pulled up to the cemetery. I saw several of my friends sitting by a large statue of an angel and weeping. I walked closer and saw that it was my grave. Keith put a comforting hand on each of the girls' shoulders as he walked up and placed a sole blue rose on my grave. Blue roses had always been our little sign of affection.
Keith knelt down and started to pray aloud, "Lord, please give us strength to deal with this dramatic loss. Please tell Adri that we all love her and that she was a ray of light to us. Please bless her and help us to come to terms with the fact that she is in a better place now. I pray this in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen."
Tears came to my eyes. "I'M NOT DEAD! KEITH! I am right here!!" No one heard me. I ran up to Keith to hug him but I couldn't touch him. As he crossed himself after praying I recalled all the days we spent at church or just playing together when we were younger. 'Will I ever get home?' I started to scream, "I AM NOT DEAD! I AM NOT DEAD!" I repeated myself over and over to no avail.
~~~End Dream Sequence~~~
The elf prince shook my several times, "Wake up pen neth {little one}! Wake up!"
I stirred, "I'm not dead!"
He eyed me oddly, "I know. You were dreaming. Are you okay?"
Concern filled his mystical blue eyes. I nodded weakly, "Yeah. I'm alright the elf formally know as prince." An even more concerned look over came him. I sighed, "Never mind."
"The sun is just now setting, would you like something to eat?"
I shrugged, "I could use some munchies." Prince took my hand and led me through the halls. I pulled my hand away from his as we walked towards the bustling dining room.
The Prince sat next to me and introduced me to his father. The aged elf smiled warmly at me, "Welcome, Adriana of America."
I smiled halfheartedly as I glanced at all the blond elven heads. I felt very out of place. I had long black hair and green eyes, a drastic contrast to the blond-haired blue-eyed elves that surrounded me.
I looked at the food Legolas placed before me. "What is all this? Can't I just have mac and cheese?"
Several elves looked at me oddly and Prince laughed, "Very funny. Eat it."
His voice was somewhat overbearing and had a misogynistic tone to it. I glared at him, "On second thought, I am not really that hungry. I will just be off to sleep now." I stood without another word and walked back down the corridors I had just traveled. I heard King Thranduil order Prince to follow me. I heard him call to me but I continued on my way. I was enraged at his cocky attitude.
"Adriana! What is wrong?"
I turned and glared, "You are a cocky jerk! That is what is wrong!" I slammed the door to my room and paced the floor. Before I could object I noticed that the elf prince had entered through another door on the east wall. I glared at him, "Go fuck yourself!"
Legolas looked at me, "If you are going to behave that way then I will have you removed from the premises!"
I gave him my coldest stare, "Good Prince! I don't wanna be here! I wanna be back in North Carolina with my friends and family! I wanna be home!" I stared to cry. The elf was surprised by the sudden change in mood.
I sobbed and weakly tried to push him away as he wrapped his arms around me, "I don't want cancer, I just wanna be normal!"
"Shh, it's ok." The pointy-eared man held me firmly in his arms and stroked my ebon hair. "It's going to be okay. We can try and get you home in the morning."
I sniffled loudly, "Ok. Thank you."
He smiled, "Diola lle."
"What?"
The blond haired prince laughed, "It's thank you in elvish."
I studied him intently, "Well, diola lle." He showed me where I could find my night garments and smiled.
"I will have the tailor make you some clothes tomorrow, just in case you wish to stay."
A smile crossed my lips, "Diola lle."
He laughed and headed out the door, "Quel du. Good night."
I nodded, "Quel du." I slept much more soundly that night, in hope of returning home.
~~~To Be Continued~~~
In loving memory of Angela Murphy.