Time Transcended

CHAOS!

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It was now December twenty-first, and the entire family was going crazy. Rebecca's parents were there, and gone all day visiting whilst her brother hung out and friend's houses. Elrohir and Rebecca were going mad waiting for the wedding day, and Elladan and Glorfindel were also going crazy because the unwed couple were going crazy.

Elrohir almost had a revolving door on his house, and his carpet was getting more wear than it had in years. They were hardly ever home, and even more seldom together. Across the coffee table in the living room were lists and books and magazines containing the details of the wedding. Glorfindel was frantically trying to remember every last word of the elvish ceremony, and Elladan was trying to get in contact with Elrohir's pastor friend. Poor Rebecca was running non stop; receiving RSVP's, picking colors… It seemed the closer she got to it, the more she had to do. She had always figured, rather prayed, that it would be easier and less chaotic the closer she got. Was she ever wrong!

As the preparations for the wedding were going on, there were also preparations for the honeymoon to be made. Rebecca's father was in charge of getting plane tickets, but Elrohir had to talk to the old man that kept the cottage in the Swiss Alps. Trying to catch him in town where there actually was a telephone was quite a trick, and he began to wonder whether he would reach him at all.

Chaos and pandemonium may be adjectives used to describe Elrohir's house over that Christmas season… and perhaps not too far off. Elrohir also had to have his brother go to work for him for a few days and proclaim that he would quit and get married. Elladan had fun pretending to be his brother, he always did, but in light of the frantic scene at Elrohir's house… he was ecstatic. The farther he was from the chaos, the happier he was.

"Wait, who reserved the church?" Rebecca suddenly blurted out that night at dinner.

"I did a month ago, remember?" Her mother said.

"Oh yes, I forgot," she said as she rubbed her forehead, desperately trying to remember her mother telling her that fact. She was being pulled in so many directions that she couldn't see straight. She was beginning to wonder whether she would make it to the end of the aisle on the wedding day.

Later, as everyone headed to bed, Elrohir walked up the stairs beside Rebecca and said, "Are you all right Mirë nin? You look exhausted."

"I'm fine. Really," she absentmindedly replied.

"No Mirë, you are not," he insisted. "Come now," he gently implored "You know I shall discover whatever is bothering you sooner or later."

She sighed and stopped at the top of the stairs and looked at him. "True. I am just tired. You know this. It is all the preparations. Once it is over I shall relax. Don't worry."

Elrohir gave her a sweet kiss on her lips and sent her off to bed.

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It was the day after Christmas and Rebecca's parents were staying a few miles down the road with some other friends so there was that much more room. All the decorations were back off the walls, and everyone was feeling rather… elvish. Liz, who was staying in the house to help until the wedding, noted it first.

She was stacking dishes in the cupboard as Rebecca was washing and Elrohir was drying. "You know, I've only been here a day, but I just have this weird feeling… not that it's bad, just different."

"What do you mean?" Elrohir said, unable to interpret her meaning.

"I don't know. It's that feeling I get when I tour an old house, like… I really am that far back in time. Only, this is far more vivid and deep. In a way. But I don't feel like I'm back in time or that old or something. I … don't know," she said. "I want to put on a flowing dress and dance around barefoot. The words 'tra-la-la-la-lally' seem like they should be sang out at the top of my lungs while I spin around."

Elrohir began to laugh. "It is because this is an elvish house, now, and elves are living in it during a time of peace and happiness. I suppose if you really wanted to put on a dress and spin around singing 'tra-la-la-la-lally' I would not say anything. In fact, I might join you."

A wild look of excitement gleamed in the eyes of the two girls as they looked at Elrohir.

"Really?" They asked in unison.

"I do not see why not," he grinned. "Tell Glorfindel and Elladan to join you. Let us throw ourselves a small party. We have been too stressed out as of late."

The girls dropped what they were doing and sped off like two elflings, telling Elladan and Glorfindel they were going to have a small party just then to relax. With in a few minutes there was a pizza on the way (Elrohir did not want to cook) and everyone was in elvish garb just singing and dancing or spinning around. Liz was in one of Rebecca's dresses, and loving every second of it. There were five people in elvish garb acting like children and singing and dancing to unexistent music. Anyone observing the scene would think all of them insane. And they would have laughed at the criticism.

Once the pizza came they all plopped down on the couch and watched "scary" movies. The entire time laughing at the people.

"Oh yes! There is a madman in the house with a chainsaw, let's split up!" Elladan commented in his airheaded tone.

Glorfindel chimed in, "Oh look! There is a mirror! Let's scream!"

"AAAH!" the screamed in chorus.

Rebecca laughed hard. She had never seen Glorfindel acting so ridiculous.

"Don't you just love how when there is this thing about to kill them they gotta stop and make out?" Liz commeted.

"I have always wondered how anyone thought that would happen," Elrohir agreed. "Elf though I be, I do realize that time is of the essence when something is attacking you."

"Apparently Hollywood humans have a lesser concept of time than immortal elves," Liz replied.

Eventually Liz got tired and headed to bed, and the Elladan and Glorfindel said they wanted to do a little reading, so the three left Elrohir and Rebecca to themselves. She laid her head on his shoulder and with a smile in her voice said, "Thank you so much Elro. The insanity was just what I needed."

"You are more than welcome. Are you ready for bed?" Elrohir asked.

"Too tired to move," she replied.

"Then I will carry you," he said. He stood and picked her up and carried her up the stair case with minimal effort. Once in her room he laid her down on her bed and tucked her in.

"Good night," Elrohir said as he bent down to kiss her.

She wrapped her arms about him, thus persuading him to stay for a few minutes and say a longer good night. After five minutes of good night kisses he tore himself from her and said, "If I do not leave you now I will not leave you at all. Good night my love."

"Good night!" she said as he walked out the door.

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Elrohir reached his room and laid down upon his bed, unbelieving of the fact he was so close to being married. After all these ages he was almost there! He gazed up at the stars that shone into his room through his sky light and sang a soft elvish song to himself as he thought about his wife-to-be and honeymoon-to-come. Suddenly he heard a knock on his door, dispersing the thoughts like music in the wind.

"May I come in?" came a muffled voice.

"Enter," he said as he sat up. In walked his brother wearing baggy pajama bottoms and an open robe. "What is on your mind brother?"

Elladan entered with a grin on his face. "Guess what I found."

"Your missing underwear?" Elrohir sarcastically guessed.

"No. And I want to find them before the wedding. They're my lucky ones."

"After this many millennia you believe in lucky underwear?" Elrohir asked with a raised brow.

"Well, they were made in the third age," Elladan defended. "And they don't have any holes."

"That's always good to know," Elrohir said as he flopped back down on his bed. "Why did you come in here again?"

"I forgot," Elladan said. With that he turned on his heel and left the room.

Suddenly Rebecca bolted upright in her bed and held her head in her hands. "I have got to stop eating pizza before bed!" she said to herself, then laid down and went back to sleep.

Authors note: We are ending this here! This chapter was one thing after another, so I decided to just add in the dream of Rebecca's and call it a chapter. I don't think this was the best chapter... This being said, I hope you all review and tell me this so I can feel better about my failure and have a really good excuse to drink Boston Coolers.