Time Transcended
Keeping Secrets
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Authors note: The inspiration has struck! Now I must write! Tell me how you liked my inspiration! PLEASE: REVIEW! Plot twists coming... Cross my heart...
Rebecca had been back with Elrohir for a week, and Liz had noticed the serious change in her behavior. She was really happy, no longer reporting every dark haired man she came across, smiling constantly, and even more quiet and closed than before.
"Okay Reb, what's up?" Liz asked.
"What? What do you mean?" Rebecca asked.
"For the last week you have been smiling, acting very happy, and you haven't reported one Elrohir look alike. What's going on?" Liz asked.
"Uh...nothing," Rebecca lied.
Liz looked at her with a rather motherly look. "Yeah right. Like nothing has happened. Something is up Reb, you can't hide that from me!"
"The only thing up is my spirits. That's all."
"So, there was some mysterious change in the wind and now you are Miss Sunshine?"
"More or less."
"I'm not buying it," Liz said, crossing her arms.
Rebecca just smiled wide. Suddenly she looked at her watch. "Oh, I must go. I have a date with the mysterious change in the wind. Miss Sunshine can't be late!"
Liz just stared at her, eyes squinted and watched her walk out the door. Something was wrong, quite wrong. Or perhaps, something had finally gone right...
Rebecca ran down the stairs to her car and drove off. In fifteen minutes she was at Elrohir's house.
"Have you told anyone yet?" Rebecca asked.
"Yes, Glorfindel and Elladan found out the afternoon after we were reunited. Instant messenger is a wonderful thing. My grandmother's gift for the mortal man," Elrohir smiled. "Have you told anyone?"
"No. I keep thinking I should call my parents and tell them, but I don't know where to start. I think I want to tell everyone at once."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, my roommate Liz is practically my sister, so I think I really ought to tell her, but then she'll start answering questions and it will all come out," Rebecca said.
Elrohir smiled. "And what is so terrible about that? I have been living the last few millennia undercover. I no longer care if anyone knows or not."
"I do! I somehow don't think my parents are going to believe it when I tell them they are going to have an elven son in law," Rebecca said.
"Why do we have to tell them I am an elf?" Elrohir smiled.
Rebecca stared at him as if he were a mad man. "What do you mean? We have to tell them!"
"But why?"
"Because it would be deceitful not too. Elrohir, are you sure the ages haven't made you dishonest?" Rebecca asked, shocked at his apparent new fetish for lying.
"Gen avchenion. I thought you were the one worried stiff your parents would not understand. Why are you suddenly so bent on telling them? Did I miss something?" Elrohir asked, a little confused.
"It's just that, well, it seems wrong not too. I mean, I don't want them to reject you, that would break my heart. But... I don't know. It seems as if we have too. I mean, won't they notice when I get older, and they get older, and everyone else gets older, but you don't? And don't say, well, then we just won't visit them often, because I draw the line well before that."
Elrohir just smiled wide and got a mischievous glimmer in his eyes.
Rebecca's voice was lilted with laughter as she said, "What is it?"
"Because not telling you is far more fun," he grinned.
"Tell me!" she demanded.
Elrohir took her hands with a smile and said, "Han aníron pedi le nin goheno. I cannot."
"Why not?" she asked, becoming increasingly annoyed.
"There are some things that ought to be discovered in due time. Just trust me when I say, we need not tell them. Do you understand?"
"Yes," Rebecca slowly and reluctantly replied.
"Good!" He grinned just before he covered her lips in kisses.
She pulled away from him and said, "But, I will call my parents and tell them I am engaged!"
"Why don't you call them now?" Elrohir asked, handing her his telephone.
She took the phone from him and began dialing the number.
Ring...ring...ring... "Hello?"
"Hey mom, this is Rebecca," she began.
"Rebecca! Nice to hear from you. How are you?"
"I'm great mom. Hey mom, the reason I called is... is dad there?"
"Yes."
"Put the phone on speaker."
"Okay," her mother said. Suddenly she heard her father say, "Hey Becs, how are you?"
"I'm great dad. Um... I have something to tell you guys. I'm engaged."
There was silence on the other end, then she heard her mom say, "You were dating? Rebecca, who? When? Tell us!"
"Well, there is this guy I've known for a while now, and he lives fifteen minutes from me. His name is Ronald. He is a few years older than me, but it really doesn't matter much. We met after he helped pick me when I fell, and then we kept in contact, and well, here we are, in love and wanting to get married." Rebecca said. Her parents sat in silence.
There was silence on the other end, then her father spoke. "Becs, why didn't you tell us sooner?"
It was Rebecca's turn to be dumbfounded. "I didn't think I would see him again after we initially met. After that everything was so crazy and complicated that I simply didn't think to."
"Becs, is Ronald there?"
"Yeah dad, just a sec," Rebecca said. She handed the phone to Elrohir.
The one sided conversation did not help Rebecca figure out what was being said. After a few minutes she was handed the phone back.
"Rebecca," her mother said. "We are coming out to see you on the first flight we can get. We want to meet our future son in law."
She hung up then asked Elrohir, "What did my parents say?"
"Your mother said she wanted to come visit and I offered to put them up here. Your father said if I so much as looked at you in a way you did not approve he would have me court marshaled."
Rebecca laughed, "That would be father's response!"
There was silence for a few minutes, and then Rebecca said, "Your trick of speech has changed."
"So has yours. A few centuries away from my kin has caused me to begin speaking like the men I am surrounded by."
"There, now it's back to normal. Mine changed after meeting you. Everything changed after meeting you," Rebecca smiled.
Elrohir grinned, as he gave her a long, sweet kiss. "You know, Glorfindel and Elladan would like to see you again."
"Are we going to go to them?"
"No, I was thinking webcam," Elrohir grinned.
"You have webcam?"
"Certainly! I may have been born in the Third Age, but that does not mean I live as I did in the Third Age."
He walked over to his computer and within five minutes, Glorfindel, Elladan, Elrohir and Rebecca were all sitting around and chatting to each other.
"It has been a long time Rebecca," Elladan said. "Elrohir did nothing but speak of you since you left. That was far too long on one subject," he joked. "Oh, Arwen told me to give you a message. I had forgotten til now. She said, "Rebecca, you were right, and Aragorn was intrigued by your story, but honored to know you had lent a hand in the sewing of his banner. I shall always hold you as one of my dearest friends, even beyond death. Since we shall not meet again, I bid you the best of lives and great joy and happiness. If you get this message prior to reaching Valinor, then, ask Elladan where your gift from me is. It is my farewell, Valar bless, and congratulations on marrying my brother gift. I know you shall marry him. There is no doubt in my mind of that. Namarië friend Rebecca!"."
Rebecca smiled, and shed a small tear. Arwen had been her first best friend. To keep herself from crying however she said to Elladan, "So, where is my gift?"
Elladan grinned. "It is over here, with me. You'll get it at your wedding."
She turned to Elrohir, "I guess this means we must pick a date."
"January first," Elrohir said.
"Where did that date come from?"
"The top of my head," Elrohir grinned."Oh, and I think you should tell Liz."
"That was random," Rebecca replied.
Glorfindel and Elladan watched this conversation in amusement.
"So is this!" Elrohir said just before he leaned over and kissed her. Glorfindel and Elladan broke into a chorus of, "Ooooh!" So Elrohir turned the camera to face the wall while they kissed.
"You are no fun Elro!" Elladan exclaimed.
"Shut up," was the half muffled response he got from his brother.
Translations!
Gen avchenion- I don't understand you
Han aníron pedi le nin goheno- I desire it that you forgive me. (I couldn't find a word for please)
AUTHORS NOTE!: Well, I know this isn't much of a chapter, but I am going to post again really quick in apologies for making you all wait a bit for the next chapter. And, it's a nice Christmas present to you all... if the chapter turns out well... Merry Christmas!
