Time Transcended

The Rare Day

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Two days later, Rebecca's parents were off visiting friends that lived in Lansing, leaving Rebecca and Elrohir to themselves all day long. In fact, it may be over night as well. Both were thrilled at the idea of being alone for so long.

"Rebecca," Elrohir said as they sat upon the couch. "Do you want a human wedding or an elven one?"

"What do you mean?" she asked. His tone indicated something strange was behind his words.

"Well, a human wedding lets us be married in the sight of the government. An elvish wedding though is... well..."

"Could we do both?" she asked. She understood the unspoken reasons behind his words.

"Yes, that would be perfect," he said. "And Glorfindel could perform the elvish ceremony. Actually, Elladan could too," he mused.

"Let's have Glorfindel do it. No reason. And what is an elvish wedding like anyway?" she asked.

"They are a good deal more solemn and official than modern weddings. There is not nearly as much music either, much more to the point. There is a vow to memorize, but nothing too grandiose or impossible. Typically it lasts ten minutes, and then when they it is over everyone dismisses to somewhere where dancing ensues until all hours of the night. Usually the bride and groom slip out before anyone can notice," the last part he said with a grin.

"We should have them back to back. Have the elvish one first before any of the guests show up, then have the other one after everyone does. I think that could be possible. Couldn't it?" Rebecca said with an enthusiastic smile.

"Certainly! I would have to do a quick wardrobe change, but that wouldn't be a bother at all. Let us plan on that then," Elrohir said. There was silence for a few minutes then Elrohir said, "If I remember correctly, you came to Rivendell through a Mr. Treeleaf's house, correct?"

"Yes," she replied.

"I know him. He was an elf named Galladlas," he said.

Rebecca laughed a little, then they fell into silence again.

"Do you want to go up to your room?" Elrohir asked.

"No, let's go to yours. I haven't seen yours yet," she smiled. Truth be told, she hadn't seen a good deal of the upstairs of the house. She had seen her room, and that was all. His two normal guest bedrooms were in the downstairs, and those were the ones he had everyone use. Had Rebecca known that the upstairs was a recreation of Rivendell, she wouldn't have ever left it.

They went up the stairs, past hers, and to his. He opened the door and let her enter first. It was exactly as his room had been.

"You are a marvel Elrohir! How on earth did you manage to get these rooms to look just like Rivendell on the inside and completely normal from the outside?"

Elrohir shut the door behind him and grinned as he said, "Elven magic."

Rebecca giggled like a school girl, then hid her face in her hands, realizing how silly she sounded. He gave her a quick kiss on the forehead to assure her he didn't think she was silly. He then sat down upon the couch and invited her to join him. He grabbed a pillow and laid it on his lap and she rested her head upon the pillow.

"Mirë nin, where do you want to go on our honeymoon?" Elrohir asked, playing with her hair.

"Oh, I don't know," she said casually, musing about the possibilities. "Where could we go?"

"Mirë, we can go anywhere! Anywhere in the world, you have only to name the place."

She closed her eyes and was silent for a moment as Elrohir continued to play with her long hair. "How about... Switzerland. Let's go to some small, little, out of the way town in Switzerland."

"I know just the place. It is small, quiet, in the Swiss Alps and I have a house there. A kindly old man and his family have taken care of it for years. It is nearly as hidden as Rivendell, and there we shall not be disturbed by anything. It is as quiet as you could please. The nearest town, which is quite small, is half an hour away, if you walk."

"It sounds ideal," she grinned. She hummed a sigh of contentment and closed her eyes. Elrohir started humming a song and beautiful visions began to wind their way through Rebecca's mind.

After a time their position and location changed, and they were on his bed, above the covers, looking at old books his father had written. Well, to be perfectly accurate, she was on her stomach looking at the books, trying to read them and remember all the letters, and he was tracing shapes on her back and whispering things in her ear. She would blush, giggle, and smile at what he whispered. Suddenly he stopped tracing patterns and laid down on his back next to her.

"Well, it is still early in the day, your parents won't be back until tomorrow most likely, and I wonder what we should do all day," he said. In truth, lunch had just come and most of the day was yet before them.

"Elro, I don't feel like planning anything today. How about you tell me what we're doing and I just nod and go along with it?" Rebecca said, looking down at him.

"As you wish," he grinned as he reached up and put his arms around her neck, pulling her down on top of him. "We could watch a movie," he suggested between kisses. "Or go somewhere, later, for dinner."

"No, don't give me... suggestions... just tell me and I'll go with it," she said brokenly between kisses.

"Very well," he said. They stopped kissing and he stared up in the ceiling, trying to think of what to do. "How about... were we not to go ice skating with Elmer today?"

"No, I told him it wouldn't work," she grinned.

"How foresightful of you," he grinned.

"I knew foresight would rub off on me if I was around you enough!" she joked.

They were quiet for a few minutes, then Elrohir blurted out, "Billiards. Then after that, pizza and air hockey. Then a little ping-pong and ice cream. After that, a large bowl of popcorn and a movie of your choice."

"You have a billiards table, air hockey and a ping-pong table?" Rebecca asked.

"Yes. In the basement."

"I want everything on my pizza, bar anchovies, sardines, and pineapple," she said as she got off the bed.

Rebecca went to the kitchen to get something to drink before billiards, and saw the newspaper sitting on the kitchen counter. The headline read, 'Three Girls Killed, Possible Serial Killings.' She shuddered slightly at the thought of a serial killer on the loose in Ann Arbor, but then she saw the pictures and became frightened. Each of the three girls resembled her. "Elro! Did you see the paper today?" she called, worry lacing her voice.

"No," he said as he came around the corner. "What's wrong," he asked, seeing her worried face.

She held up the paper for him to read. As he read his face grew grave as he read the article, his grey eyes began to smoulder with a deadly look. "Mirë, I do not want you going back to your apartment," he said definitively.

"Let's go get my things," Rebecca said earnestly.

"Let's! And what of Liz?" Elrohir asked concernedly.

"What about her?" Rebecca asked.

"She does look a bit like you," Elrohir said. "I would be more than willing to house her here as well."

They jumped in the car and made it to Liz and Rebecca's apartment in record time. Rebecca burst in the door and cried, "Liz! Liz! Did you see today's paper?" as Elrohir walked in.

"No, why?" Liz said, confused at her the entire situation.

"Look!" Rebecca said, calming herself down. She held up the paper as Liz read the headline and the beginning of the article. As Liz read it and saw the pictures, her heart sank and fear rose. She looked up with fear in her eyes.

"Reb, we look like those poor, poor, girls!" she said in a horrified whisper.

"If you want, you can come stay with Elrohir and me. His house is out a bit and a good deal safer than this apartment."

"Do you mind?" she asked Elrohir.

"Not at all," he smilingly assured.

"Just give me five minutes to pack," she said, suddenly feeling relieved. She was in her room no more than five seconds then she came back out of the room and said, "What about classes? We got to walk all over Ann Arbor," she said, fear taking over again.

"If you read the rest of the article you will find that all three were killed at night. Besides, Ann Arbor is a busy little town. Any precautions you usually take should be fine," Elrohir assured.

Liz smiled and ran off to pack.

— — — — —

"Do you have everything set Liz?" Elrohir asked.

"Yes I do. Thanks Elrohir," she said. Rebecca walked in the room and Liz said to her, "I'm not kicking you out or anything am I?"

"Not really," Rebecca smiled. "I'm getting my old room upstairs."

Liz looked at her skeptically.

"Come on, I'll show you," Rebecca grinned. She and Liz went upstairs and once they reached the top, Liz got the distinct feeling she was in Rivendell. Rebecca opened the door to her room and let Liz enter first.

"Good sweet Mike! It's beautiful!" Liz quietly exclaimed.

"This is an exact replica of the room I had in Rivendell."

Liz got a devilish grin on her face and glint in her eyes. "So, what tales lie with this room? Let's start out small. The chaise lounge, surely something happened there," she grinned as she waltzed over to it.

"Haha! I'll never tell!" Rebecca dramatically said.

"Oh come on," Liz pleaded. "Just a short story at least?" she said, sitting down on the lounge.

Rebecca sighed and sat down next to her. "Well, more or less, it begins and ends in kissing."

"Well I figured that! Listen Reb, you know I am a fluff freak, and I simply adore listening to fluffy stories. If nothing else, tell me what he tells you behind closed doors! Surely the elven poet has said something interesting."

"He has. He has. He once came up with a poem, and it doesn't sound in English as heavenly as it sounded in elvish."

"What do I care? Just tell me part of it!" Liz said impatiently.

"Well, he said..." she cut off when she saw Elrohir standing in the door with a smirk on his face.

"The brightest stars in the heavens, and the brightest gems under them are not as bright as the jewel I hold in my arms," he said, staring at his beloved Mirë.

Liz smiled wide, lost in the romantic words and the loving stares being exchanged. "You ought to write love songs," she said at long last.

Elrohir laughed. "Would either of you like to join me in a game of billiards?" he asked, changing the mood.

"Sure!" Liz said, jumping up. Rebecca stood up after her and walked out. As she passed Elrohir he slipped an arm around her waist, and they walked down to the basement.

Liz broke, and as they played Liz was regaled with stories of Rebecca's visit to Middle-earth.

"Now, tell me about the confession," Liz said. "Rebecca alluded to it once or twice, but never said anything good."

Elrohir smiled and chuckled softly to himself then said, "That's because after whatever she told you, which was probably the fact that she convinced me to permit myself to feel for her, nothing much happened."

"And how can that be?" Liz asked. "Surely there was a little bit of something!"

"A little bit of kissing," Elrohir said with a grin. "But nothing much besides that, and if there was, I wouldn't tell."

"You two are infuriating!" Liz exclaimed.

"What do you want?" Rebecca exclaimed. "Do you really think we're going to tell you every gory detail?" she asked with a laugh.

"Well, no. But I know I'm going to get nothing after the wedding, so I want to get all I can now," Liz explained.

"Ah, I see," Rebecca said. "Well then... you wouldn't tell me what all went on with that Phillip Benson, so you shan't get all what happened with darling Elro here."

"That's because... I'd rather not say," Liz ended lamely. "Fine, I won't bother you anymore."

Rebecca smiled as she sunk the eightball and won.

— — — — —

That night, after supper and a movie, Liz declared herself tired and went to bed. Elrohir and Rebecca then declared that they had some lost hours to make up for, so they headed up to his room.

In between kisses Rebecca managed to ask, "Do you think the killer will be caught soon?"

Elrohir stopped kissing her and said, "I have no idea. Do not worry, you whoever it is cannot get in this house."

Rebecca rolled over on her back and stared up at the ceiling. "This is scary Elro. I mean, I've never been in the same city as serial killings, let alone qualified in looks to be a victim."

Elrohir kissed her softly on the lips. "I promise I shall do everything in my power to keep you safe. Oh, tell Liz tomorrow not to tell anyone she's staying here. Safety precaution."

"Will do," she replied quietly. She sighed and then smiled. "Alright, I am going to forget all about psycho serial killers and think only on elven lords and their kisses." She leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips.

Authors note: YAY! I finished this chapter! I hope it is coherent and tolerable. I wrote it then posted it. REVIEW!