Time Transcended

Leaving On a Jet Plane

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Mid-way through Liz's great speech on how much she loved weddings and being Rebecca's friend, Mrs. Parsons looked over and saw her daughter and son-in-law were gone. She nudged her husband and nodded towards the table. Both looked at the other and grinned.

The church was fifteen minutes from Elrohir's house, so in no time at all they were back. With in five minutes all the luggage was in the back of the car.

"Elro, it is an hour until we should leave for the air port. What are we going to do in the mean time?" Rebecca asked, falling into elvish.

Elrohir only grinned at first, then he said, "It is a long flight over the ocean, and we won't have any time to ourselves until we get to the cottage, so…"

"I see!" Rebecca grinned. "But you can't kiss what you can't catch!" she teased as she ran up the stairs. He gave chase, up the stairs, down the hall, and into his room. She had beaten him in there however, and so he found the room empty, but knew she was there. He could feel her presence.

It didn't take him long to find her, much to her disappointment. She was in his closet, behind a stack of boxes he had been meaning to put in the attic for Varda knew how long.

"Aha! I found you. What is my prize?" He joked.

She said nothing, but kissed him long and sweetly.

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Two hours later they were in the air, waving good-bye to the Detroit metro area and saying hello to the eastern seaboard. From their first class seats they could see the world spread out before them, like a brown and white quilted blanket.

In low elvish whispers they spoke as they flew over Vermont. "What do you plan on us doing while in Switzerland?" Rebecca asked.

"Besides the obvious? Well, there are some excellent ski slopes, and of course the little village is a perfect tourist destination. There isn't much to say, but there is more to do."

"Like Imladris?"

"Very much so."

"I cannot wait until we get there!"

He smiled and she smiled and everyone else that saw their smiles knew that the words "Just Married" were probably written on a car somewhere back at the airport.

Once the plane was over the ocean Elrohir made both of them sleep for the duration of the flight. It would be no good to get to Switzerland incredibly tired! And thus it was the first time they slept side by side as elven man and wife was on an airplane cruising over the Atlantic.

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They had a connecting flight in Amsterdam, and woke up seconds before the stewardess announced that fact. Rebecca looked out her window and tried to figure out what time it was with minimal success.

"It is eight in the morning Mirë, local time. In Detroit it is two in the morning. It shouldn't be too long now before we are in Zurich, then the cottage," Elrohir informed.

"Thank you Elro," she said then gave a yawn.

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They were now driving towards the cottage. The Swiss Alps towered above them and the closer they got to the destination the more Rebecca thought it looked like Rivendell. She smiled and reclined her chair as the sun began to illuminate the Alps. It was a cloudy day thus far, but the forecast held promise of sun all day and snow all night.

Their first stop since the quaint little Swiss village was coming up, and Rebecca was eagerly awaiting her meeting with the keeper of the cottage. She was in such a flittery and light hearted mood that she would have enjoyed meeting anyone right then. A small cottage appeared around the corner on their left. He stopped the vehicle and both got out.

There was a little girl out in the yard playing with a dog, and when she saw Elrohir and Rebecca, she took a step back, unused to strangers. Elrohir spoke to her from where he stood and said, "Guten Morgen! Ist John Heim?"

The little girl nodded just as the front door opened and out came John.

Rebecca watched the short reunion with only the slightest idea of what was being said. She guessed Elrohir was telling the old man whom she assumed to be John, that she was his wife, and he was asking for the spare key to the cottage. John disappeared into the house and emerged minutes later holding up the key. After exchanging some more German dialogue she did not understand, Elrohir and Rebecca climbed back in the vehicle and drove off.

Ten minutes drive from the cottage revealed some of the most terrifyingly familiar terrain Rebecca had ever beheld. If she did not know better she would have sworn they were driving into Rivendell.

Above a frigid cold river stood a bridge, and over the bridge they drove. The house to which they were driving was not so much as Rivendell looking as the landscape had been, but definitely had an elven feel to it. It was tall, multi-layered, and looked as if it simply sat upon the side of the mountain.

Many peeked roofs and many large windows smiled at them in the growing sunlight. It looked like a cross between Rivendell, Elrond's cottage, and Mr. Treeleaf's house. She smiled, and he smiled, and at last they realized they were indeed married, and very much left to themselves.

They got out of the car and walked up to the door. As they neared the threshold Elrohir picked her up and carried her over it and all the way to the sitting room and laid her down upon the couch and said, "Lift not a finger while I get everything into our room."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course!" Elrohir grinned.

As he brought in the luggage she observed her surroundings. The sitting room was taller than a normal room, and quite spacious, freely flowing into the library and what she called the living room. The walls were off white and the pillars, beams, and trim of the place were dark wood. The floor itself was a medium wood color and there were bright colored rugs in the rooms. The window revealed a marvelous view the lower part of the valley and the mountains, and she felt like bursting into a chorus of "The Sound of Music". There were curtains drawn aside on the huge windows, and color of them was crimson with a thin white curtain over it. She saw they could be opened and shut separately and decided to draw the white curtains shut.

With in ten minutes all the luggage was up in the bedroom and he was coming down the stairs to his darling bride. He sat down next to her on the couch and said, "What do you think?"

"The scenery is spectacular, this house is beautiful, and you are a hopelessly romantic poet!" She grinned.

"I cannot argue!" he smiled, and ended with a kiss. "The day is still young, what you would like to do? Go sightseeing in the village, or just take a walk outside?"

"Oooh, I suppose a walk would be nice," she said. She put her coat and gloves back on and they walked out into the overcast, snowy land.

He led her amongst the foot paths surrounding the house and into a small wood of pines. In the center of it was a gazebo with benches all the way around. They went in and she sat on his lap and said, "It's a good deal colder here than in Michigan."

"Yes, just a little bit. But did you notice? The snow is more packed down. You were walking on it with almost as much ease as I did."

"I did notice. I wish I could do that all the time," she lamented.

"I am glad you cannot. Because if you could, then there would be no occasion for me to carry you in the snow," he joked.

She could think of no reply so she kissed him. And immediately afterwards said, "We best move indoors if we wish to continue kissing. Lest our lips freeze together."

"And what would be bad about that?" he asked with a glimmer in his eyes.

She simply giggled. Once her giggles were done she said, "I can't think of a thing. How about we continue this sport inside." She then bolted out of the gazebo, only hesitating slightly to call back, "Catch me if you can!"

He gave her three seconds more of a head start, then he gave chase. She was easier to find this time, for once he hit the door he found a clear trail to follow.

On the door way lay her hat, trailing towards the kitchen was her scarf. In the kitchen he found her left hand glove which was pointing towards the living room where he found her right hand glove. Behind the couch lied a shoe, and at the foot of the stairs was the other. Half way up the stairs was her coat and lying at the door of the bedroom were her socks. He opened the door to find her draped over the bed, her head hanging off of it, and voice saying, "Mae govannan mel nin."

"You are not going to run if I draw near are you?"

"No. The foot races are done. For now," she said as she rolled over on her stomach.

He crossed the room and sat down on the bed next to her and began to kiss her.

"Now wait a second, you are still in hat, gloves, coat, and boots. That simply will not do!" Rebecca said as she pulled the hat off of his head. She tossed it aside then jumped off the bed. Elrohir watched her with amusement as she bounced across the room and over to the window. She drew the curtains shut and came bouncing back. "Just in case some wayward skier comes by."

"They would have to be very lost," Elrohir commented.

"Luck favors the prepared," she replied with a glint in her eyes. "Will you take your coat off already? You're making me hot just looking at you!"

He flung the coat onto the floor and seconds later his gloves were on top of it. He was kissing her and rubbing his hand up and down her back when he felt something strange under her shirt. His hand stopped over it and he asked, "What is this?"

"A bruise."

"From what?"

"Knocking into my dresser drawer knob," she replied between two kisses. "You felt that?" she asked pulling away a little to study his face.

"Yes. In fact," he said as he rubbed his hand up and down her back, "You have a tight shoulder, your spine is ever so slightly out of alignment, and your hip has a bruise which seems just as old as the one on your back. Is that from the dresser too?"

"Uh-huh. You married a klutz," she declared.

He chuckled and kissed her a few times more then said, "I can heal your bruises and your tight shoulder you know," with a smile in his eyes.

"Be my guest," she replied.

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Glorfindel was happy to be out of that tuxedo and in elvish garb again. He was sitting in the living room and reading a book when Elladan came down the stairs in a pair of jeans and a shirt.

He reached out for the door knob and Glorfindel asked, "Where are you going?"

"Out. I just don't feel like sitting around the house," he replied. He left, jumped in the car, and drove off.

He reached the mall with every intention of buying a new shirt or.. or something. He was envious of Elrohir, to be perfectly honest. He wanted to fall in love in get married. Elbereth knew he had waited quite long enough! He was absentmindedly wandering around when someone ran into him. He had been watching where he was going, but the silly girl had not. She had been walking backwards and talking to a friend who was walking backwards and away as well.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" she said as she spun around. "Oh hi Dan!"

"Greetings Liz! What brings you here?"

"Smoothies and shoe sales. You?"

"Umm… nothing I guess."

"Come now! It is something. Male elves do not go to the mall for nothing."

"How would you know?"

"Because I know you, Elrohir, and Glorfindel. You don't do anything with out a reason."

"Oh," he answered stupidly.

"Well, in any event you look like a lost elven puppy. Want to shop with me?"

"Sure," he replied.

She linked arms with him and off they went towards the shoe sales. As she tried on her third pair of shoes she asked Elladan, "So what is troubling you?"

"What?" he asked, broken out of his musings.

"What's troubling you. Troubles are the only thing I can figure would randomly bring you to the mall."

"I'd rather not say," he replied.

"Ah! Brother. It's Elro and Reb that's giving you troubles. You're jealous," Liz said. She was only guessing, but she knew by then that if you act confident in your guess then they are more likely to admit it. Or show signs to confirm or deny.

"How do you figure that?"

"I've been watching you since I've known you. People are my hobby. Admittedly you and Glorfy are a little harder to read than humans are, but I learned. It's in your eyes. Your eyes flicker emotion, not your face. Once I figured that out it made my job easier."

Elladan just stared at her incredulously. "And how many years have you been practicing the art of people watching?"

"As long as I can remember," she smiled.

"You're good at it," Elladan stated. "Since you've guessed I might as well tell you that you are correct. You know, you are the first human to be able to read me that clearly. Only family prior to you could read my moods like that."

"Come now Dan, tell me everything."

"What is there to tell? I wish I could find someone as Elro found someone. That is all."

"Is it really that simple?" Liz asked.

"Well, yes."

"Is there anything I can do to help you feel better?"

"No, I don't think so," Elladan said.

"If you say so. But just so you know, if you do want to talk or just hang out with someone or something, I'm usually home alone and bored, so more than willing to accommodate," Liz offered.

"Thanks," Elladan said with a grin.

Authors note: Well, this chapter is a little longer than the last few. There wasn't as much fluff as I had planned on there being, but… oh well. I'll keep trying to sneak it in. I thank you all for bearing with me in this story! Your reviews are REALLY REALLY appreciated!