Time Transcended

Meet the Parents

Authors note: Uh... I think this is the next event I wanted to have happen... Not sure. Oh well! Let us see what shall happen! Well, this is not my smartest move, but I have just decided to add the next chapter onto the bottom of this one. This makes one looong chapter. Much to your dismay, I must now inform you that the next chapter may be a little late in coming... plot issues and so forth. I shall try to make it worth the wait though! Anyway, ENJOY and REVIEW!

Rebecca was sitting at Elrohir's house, impatiently waiting for him and her parents to arrive. She was going to go with him, but then her parents had called and informed that they wanted to have a nice long talk with him, and without her there.

She had done all she could think of doing. She had made lunch, got everything ready, and had dusted the mantel on his fireplace four times. Out of things to keep her preoccupied with, she turned to Elrohir's computer to see if his brother was on. Sure enough, he was.

"Hello!" she typed. "This is Rebecca."

"Hello Rebecca! Is Elrohir there?" Elladan typed back.

"No he's not. I like your screen name btw. ElflordlingTA130. HAHAHA!"

"Tis no funnier than brother's. Where is he?"

Rebecca laughed, for Elrohir's screen name was 'TimeTranscendingElf'. Each time she read it, she thought back to the song she heard when she came back to this world. This was one of the things that made her sentimental side show through.

"Picking up parents. They requested he was alone."

"Bum bum bum! That sounds ominous."

"Twas what I thought. Military Dad is probably grilling him on his conduct."

"If he survived Ada's lecturing, he can survive anything. Do not worry."

"Glad he is a son of Elrond. Oooh! I hear his car. Namarië soon to be brother in law!"

"Namarië soon to be sister in law."

"Tell Glorfy I said hi!"

"Hehehe, I shall. Verbatim!"

"evil glare"

She turned off the instant messenger and put the computer to sleep. She then ran from the computer chair to the couch and picked up the first book she saw lying around, and began reading it. The door opened, and in walked a smiling Elrohir, a sincerely smiling Elrohir, and two smiling and happy parents. She threw the book down and went up to greet her family.

"Mom! Dad! It is SO good to see you again!" she exclaimed.

She was in a three way embrace, being showered with parental hugs and kisses.

"Becs! We missed you!" her dad smiling and laughing.

"Yes we did!" her mother said.

They all sat down and began talking.

"Rebecca, Ronald said you wanted to get married the first of January?"

"Yes. That was what we picked," she smiled and looked over at Elrohir, who was also on the couch.

Suddenly her mother got a funny look on her face. "Rebecca, Ronald has asked me to tell you something."

Rebecca looked at her mother skeptically. "What?"

"Well, your father and I know Ronald, rather well. Or should we say, Elrohir?" her mother grinned.

"What?" she asked wide eyed.

"Well Becs, right after you left for college we met Elrohir here and his brother and friend. We got to know them, and in the end we learned they were elves," her father said.

"Dad, the Readers Digest version of this story isn't going to work. I need details. None of this makes sense to me!"

"Well," her father began, "Your mother and I were walking along and suddenly there we realized your mother had gotten us lost," he said with a grin.

"Yeah right! Your father turned us around, anyway, keep going," she said.

"We were lost and we came upon this tall golden-haired stranger and the twin brunettes. Then Glorfindel said, 'you look a little lost, do you need any help finding your way?' and your mother said we did. He told me how to get back to parts I knew and then we struck a friendly conversation. Before I knew it your mother had invited all three of them to lunch at a restaurant. Well, the more we talked, the better we got to know them. After a few weeks we had them over at our house and then Elrohir saw your picture, Becs, on the mantle piece. He looked like he saw he a ghost. He nodded at it and said, 'is that your daughter?' and I said it was. He asked your name, I told him, and before I knew it he was telling us this grandiose story about you falling into Rivendell and the whole nine yards. Your mother and I didn't believe them at first, for obvious reasons, but then we told him about that ring you appeared with suddenly when you woke up and all the strange things you kept babbling in your sleep suddenly made sense. It took a bit of convincing, but eventually your mother and I decided to believe their story. That and, he showed me his army records all the way back to Middle Ages," he said, ending his story.

Rebecca laughed, "You would believe only his army records wouldn't you? Now why didn't you tell me you knew him?"

"I asked them not to," Elrohir said. "I wanted to surprise you."

She glared at him then broke into a laugh. She was so overjoyed at all that had transpired that she couldn't think of anything else to do.

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The next day, rather early morning, Rebecca returned to her apartment where Liz was waiting.

"So, fun time at Ronald's?" she asked with a parental glare.

"Oh stop! My parents were there! Besides, we aren't the sort!" she laughed.

"Riight. So when do I get to meet Ronald?"

"Actually, you can right now. I am just hear to grab a change of clothes. I'm going to be staying with him and my folks while they're here."

"And leave me all alone! How cruel!" she joked. Just as she said that there was a knock on the door. "Oh, and Elmer called again. He wants to go ice skating with you this week," she said as Rebecca went to the door and opened it.

"Can I come in?" asked a male voice.

"Certainly!" Rebecca said.

Liz stared at him, she couldn't help it! He was tall, dark, handsome, and not quite human looking. Suddenly she saw his ears and gasped quietly in surprise.

Both perceived her shock and looked at her.

"What?" Rebecca asked.

"N– n– nothing," she said, trying not to appear rude.

"Liz, something is wrong. You are going to pester me later if I don't tell you now, so what is wrong?"

"His ears, that's all. They're pointed," Liz said quietly. She was rather ashamed she didn't catch herself prior to her gasping, and rather embarrassed she had to mention it, but she did.

Elrohir looked at Rebecca, who looked back at him. She shrugged and said, "I don't think she'll say anything." in elvish.

So Elrohir took Liz by the hand and set her down on the couch and said, "There is a good reason, but you must tell me a few things first."

"Okay," she said.

"Did you ever want to believe as a little girl that some such place like Middle-earth existed?" He asked.

"Well, yeah."

"In your heart of hearts do you still wish it existed?" he asked.

"Honestly? Yes," she admitted.

"Can you keep a secret?" he asked.

"Certainly!"

"Of the most solemn sort. You can not tell anyone! Do you swear upon your life that you shall tell no one with out my solemn permission, no matter what?" he asked. All of his elven lord majesty was showing through. She was an honorable girl, and an honest one, but his air caused her to think she was neither of these things but wished she would and would strive to be.

With more solemnity and seriousness than she had ever used before she said, "I will not breathe a word. I swear it."

He smiled and then said, "Then rest assured it did, and I am an elf," he said. He observed her face, the news slowly sank in and then he continued. "I am Elrohir son of Elrond."

"You're kidding! You must be!" she said.

"I have never been more serious," he said.

"Is that why you couldn't tell me his name, and why you thought you could never see him again?" Liz asked.

"Yes," Rebecca simply said.

"You two must tell me everything! Simply everything!" Liz suddenly exclaimed with full enthusiasm.

"Well not right now! I'm leaving, but... yes, I shall when I come back. I promise," Rebecca said.

"Um... what should I call you?" Liz asked Elorhir.

"In public, Ron. Around Mirë, that is Rebecca, or her parents, Elrohir will be fine," he smiled.

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"It is actually amazing how well people handle the news," Elrohir said.

"I'll say! I figured she would pass out," Rebecca grinned.

"And what did I hear about Elmer wanting to go ice skating?"

"Oh, Liz said just me, not you. But don't worry, I wouldn't go with out you," she assured.

Elrohir smiled. "Do you have his number. You could call him once we got to the house."

"Uh... yeah... somewhere in this purse."

They pulled into the driveway and went into the house. They got in the door and saw a note sitting on the computer.

Gone out for the day, back late. Behave yourselves! -Mom and Dad

Elrohir and Rebecca laughed.

"What do they mean behave ourselves?" Elrohir joked.

"I don't know Elro," Rebecca grinned. "Certainly we shall behave, like two beings in love."

"Oh, go call Elmer," Elrohir said.

She quickly dialed Elmer's number and after a few minute conversation she hung up.

"He said he wouldn't really mind you going and that Thursday worked for the both of us," Rebecca reported.

"Wouldn't really mind?"

"That's what he said."

"Hmm. Thursday works for me, but enough about Thursday, lets talk about today, right now," he grinned mischievously.

He wrapped her in his arms and they kissed. For fifteen minutes straight they kissed. They might have stood there and kissed all day if it had not been for Elrohir's computer getting bumped and waking up only to find Elladan and Glorfindel on webcam.

"Ooooh! Elrohir and Rebecca!" they taunted. This was becoming a favorite hobby of theirs.

"Get a life!" Elrohir said as he went over and closed the window. Rebecca giggled.

They sat down on the couch together in silence for a while. How long had it been since they had had done this in Rivendell? Had they ever managed a few minutes of quiet and stillness? It seemed their love was plagued by one interruption after another. After thirty minutes she decided she was hungry so they went into the kitchen. Rebecca laughed heartily when she saw Elrohir's massive recipe book, which she was sure was Ivanneth's originally, and leafed through it.

Most of it was in elvish, and she shamefully found her elvish a little rusty. He had recipes dating back to the second age of Middle earth, and forward to the modern times.

"Have there really been that many innovations in cooking over the centuries?" Rebecca asked.

"No, but every region has it's own set of stuff, so I collected as I went. It has been a constant hobby for me. I cannot tell you how many recipes from old grandmothers I have gotten. In the last century or better I received more 'World Famous' recipes than I care to recall. I have just finished the cataloging of recipes by century and then by region."

"Ivanneth would love this book now," Rebecca grinned.

"I have every intention of showing it to him when we get to Valinor," he said. "I cannot wait to see the look on his face."

Instead of continuing their exploration of the cookbook, or making anything there in, Elrohir made them turkey sandwiches. After their quick lunch they resumed their seats on the couch, kissing occasionally and simply being together.

"Come," he said after a while. "I have a room that you haven't seen yet, and I think you will like it."

She stood and followed him into the upstairs. He opened the door and Rebecca found a room that looked remarkably like hers in Rivendell had. His house was backed up to a small wood, and he had bought that land and gone through great pains to make it as much like the view out of Rebecca's window has he possibly could. He came in that room often when he missed her and was searching for her in the Ann Arbor area. In almost every house he had, he had a room like that.

"Elro! It's amazing! It looks just like my room did!" she cried. "Even the couch and the bed are the same! You're a marvel Elro!"

"I am glad you like it Mirë," he quietly said. "Come sit down mel nin upon the couch, like we did so many times back home."

She grinned and he reclined upon it and she rested on him. "Oh the memories," she said. "Now it is as if we never left. Too bad I don't have any of my dresses."

"Are you certain?" he asked. She looked at him questioningly. "Go to the wardrobe and look."

She went over to it and he sat up so he could see her. She opened the door and there were two dresses, the one was one she had worn often in Rivendell, but the other was foreign to her.

"That other one, should you be wondering, is a gift from Arwen. That is the dress she wore when she and Aragorn were married. She told me to give it to you, before we left for Valinor. She said it was a family heirloom of the house of Elrond and felt it ought not leave the family. That dress was worn by my grandmother Elwing, my mother, Arwen, and if you so choose, you," he explained.

She pulled it out and held it up. Marvelous it was, for it was made of elven silk colored pale blue and had leaf and flower embroidery everywhere, and a belt and edging of dark blue silk accented it perfectly.

"My mother will be happy, she won't have to buy a wedding dress," Rebecca grinned. She put the dress back and returned to her constant lover.

Two hours later they were in the middle of a kiss when Elrohir broke it and said, "Your parents are almost back. I can hear their car."

"How do you know it's theirs?" she asked slightly annoyed. Why did they have to come back so soon? "It could be any car."

"They borrowed my other car, I know the sound of it's engine. It is them," he said definitively.

She reluctantly stood up and straightened up her clothes and brushed out her hair. They went down stairs and sat on the couch just about the time they pulled in the driveway.

"I see you two are a barrel of fun," Mr. Parsons said as he walked in the door. He saw that a movie was playing and incorrectly assumed, by their dull looking faces, that they had been watching it.

"Oh give them a break Howard," Mrs. Parsons said with a laugh.

The next day Rebecca went back to her apartment where she found Liz waiting for her.

"So, so! Tell me the whole story! I'm dying to know!" Liz cried.

Rebecca smiled and blushed a little, "Okay, but sit down. We could be here a while."

An hour and a half later Rebecca finished her narration. "And that is all you need to know."

"But Reb, you gave me no details! No behind closed doors details. Come on girl! What does he tell you? What does he say? You said he was a poet," Liz prompted.

Rebecca just grinned and laughed.

"Come on Reb! Please!" she pleaded.

Rebecca just laughed as she walked away to her room. She closed the door then opened it again, "Then again, yes. I shall tell you, at least a good bit of it. Just be patient."

Liz looked at her with a funny look on her face. Her roommate was getting stranger by the minute.

"Oh, Elmer called," Liz yelled through the door.

"When?"

"Oh, two or three hours after you left."

"That's odd. What did he say?"

"He said something about dropping by after you got home, but I told him I didn't know when you were coming back, so he said perhaps tomorrow."

Rebecca came out of her room with a quizzical look on her face.

"What's wrong?"

" I don't know. Something Elro said a couple days ago... nothing much," Rebecca slowly. "Anyway," she said perking up. "Sit down and prepare to hear the details. And you may want to take notes."

Authors note: I hope this chapter was enjoyable and livable. LOL!