A/N : wow, I've transferred most of my files onto my laptop, and I've just found this old story and I've decided to pick it up again. It will kill some time and amuse me in the process )
Disclaimer No idea why I'm writing this because I highly doubt I will ever upload this but I do not own anything related to LOTR except for my own characters.
Sarah hurried into her room, she knew there was no use in telling anyone, at least not yet and for perhaps another 1000 or so years, but she hastily began writing out notes on parchment. If she acted quickly, not all would be lost and she would regain some of her previous life. She wrote in note form, her childhood memories, the good and the bad, but nothing about LOTR. Then, she wrote out anything she could think of, anything that stuck in her mind about this place. Collecting these up, she thought of a place she could hide them. Only one place, the library! The corridors of Imlardis were dark and cold as she hurried along them. She knew that Gandalf would be soon aware of her plans so by the time she reached the library, she was out of breath. Through the grand doors she went and after making sure no body was about, she went into the secret library above. She selected out books she thought were interesting, and deposited each little note inside one book each. She had almost finished when she heard somebody else enter the library downstairs. Running up to where the folk tales were, she picked out the one Erestor had shown her, and deposited the last note inside. A single word was written on the parchment. She had barely managed to get back down to the entrance of the secret library and extinguish the light, when she heard somebody coming up along the passage. As discreetly as she could, she hid.
Erestor was aware of what was to happen, and knowing it was the only way, he let it happen. He felt that this was something he shouldn't include inside his notebook, just in case somebody stumbled upon it, much like last time, but he knew he ought to leave a reminder in there. Making his way to the library, he thought about Sarah and her friends. It was so bizarre that it might have been for the best, all the mischief they had gotten into, or rather, all of the mischief they had gotten him into. He couldn't believe himself, he had never acted this way before and he had suffered countless hours of teasing from the twins and Glorfindel. He knew that once they had forgotten everything, his life would be able to get back to normal, but now, he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. In the library, he was aware of a slight noise above him, but it wasn't until he was almost at the entrance of the secret library above that he smelt the smoke of a candle being blown out. He was unsure as whether to continue or not, in fear that it might be Elrond, but his instincts told him that it wasn't Elrond, Elrond would have brought the candle down with him. Cautiously he entered and looked around. He was aware somebody was there, and he knew that the person knew he was aware of that. He had almost decided to walk straight in when he noticed a window slightly open. He moved over to close it but not before walking into the mysterious person.
Inwardly, Sarah groaned as she saw somebody looking around. She was afraid it was Gandalf but her eyes, dazzled by the brightness of the candle betrayed her and she couldn't see properly. A curtain behind her moved slightly and a cool breeze played along the back of her neck. 'Since when had that been open?' she wondered. She moved to close it quietly before the person noticed when they ran into her, obviously with a similar thing in mind. Tripping backwards, they person caught her neatly.
"Erestor," she breathed.
"Aye, you had me worried young one. I had no idea who was up here, I thought perhaps one of the twins might have discovered this place!" he said trying to keep the relief out of his voice. As his eyes adjusted thanks to the moonlight from outside, he noticed that Sarah was not herself, she was sweating slightly and out of breath.
"Are you alright m'lady?" he asked concerned.
"I am fine, and I will always be," she said as she winced, he hadn't realized she knew what was to happen.
"Very well, perhaps I should accompany you back to your quarters?" he asked once more. This would be the last chance of ever talking to the Sarah of old and he was in no hurry to waste the time but Sarah had other plans. She needed to get back to her room before what ever was to happen would happen.
"Thanks Lord Erestor, but I'll manage," she said. He looked confused at her formalness and almost taken back but he recovered.
"Before you do go then…" he managed to say before stopping. That moonlight was not a good thing. Especially when it played along Sarah's face while the breeze caused her hair to move. Shaking his head slightly, he knew better then to notice these things but it was impossible. The one person that made him laugh in good nature, was about to leave, and there was nothing he could do. He reached up for her cheek, but thought better of it and reached for her hand instead. His lifted it up to his lips and kissed it before nodding slightly and turning around. Touched by what had happened, and understanding that Erestor would be sad that she would remember nothing wished to make a clean break. Whispering a thankyou, she hurried out of the libraries and back to her room where she fell into a fitful sleep.