Time Transcended

Adjusting to Changes

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Rebecca woke up and found Elrohir looking down at her. She understood she was on the floor and concluded that she had fallen asleep after eating.

"Feeling better?" Elrohir asked.

"Much better thank you!" She replied.

He invited her up onto the wide couch and she joined him, bringing a blanket with her, and they both sat looking at the fire.

"There aren't any other gifts you want to bestow to me are there? If there are, please give them to me all today if possible," Rebecca said.

"Why all at once? Do you enjoy being shocked by any chance?" Elrohir asked with a grin.

"No, but I'm in the mood to be patient today. I'm not always this patient."

"I know. I am afraid though, that if there are, they shall have to wait at least a few hours. I have not exerted myself that much in many long centuries. I am out of practice and out of shape as far as that goes," he said, lying down and staring at the ceiling.

"Why didn't you take a nap then?" Rebecca asked.

"It's more weary than tired. I couldn't sleep if I wanted too. I… I can't explain it exactly."

"But I think I understand anyway," Rebecca assured.

She laid down half on top of him and joined him in staring at the ceiling. He reached over and grabbed her hand that was resting on her hip and she felt that warmth again from his hand, she felt his love, and she felt his heart and breathing. All was calm and measured, very much at rest. She sighed and rolled over to face him.

"Would you please just hold me?" she asked.

"Certainly, but why?" he inquired. He could feel something had changed, but it didn't mean he understood just what it was.

"I'm cold, and I just want to be held," she said, words failing her.

He gladly obliged and waited as she turned over so she could face him. Once settled he wrapped his arms around her and they lied in silence for a while, just paying attention to the other. She snuggled close against him and lost herself in his embrace and the beat of his heart.

He, of course, was not complaining. He loved feeling her body against his, and her breath against his shirt, which now warm from it, and listening to her heart beat and her breathing. Everything was perfect. All of his long years of searching for her was now paying off. Not that it hadn't before just then, but that it was the first time they understood each other better. The other wasn't so much a mystery any more. She began to understand his thoughts and feelings, and he was gaining an even better understanding of hers.

But not one of these thoughts crossed his mind as they lied there. The only thing his mind was turned towards was her. Just her and only her. Nothing else existed and nothing else mattered.

Suddenly she moved her head and her face went from buried in his shoulder to hiding in his neck. She kissed him a few times on the neck, then went back to just lying there. He kissed her head and she replied by kissing his lips. He kissed her then a number of times and then she smiled and settled back down with her face in his shoulder.

He knew what she was trying to evoke from him. She was in a different mood, and he had no choice but to accommodate. He began to sing to her in Sindarin. He had written songs for her and she loved nothing more than to hear them. More than once while waiting for the wedding day to come she would act like this. It was her way of telling him what she wanted with out speaking.

As he sang, he could feel her losing herself to his melody. This was how he got what he wanted. She would be appeased by his song and then in return she would kiss him on the neck or on occasion act in accordance with the words he sung (depending on what song he was singing to her). This had been their favorite activity while unmarried, and was quickly putting itself in the top five in the marriage. Eventually he stopped singing because he wanted to kiss her, which was fine by her because she wanted him to kiss him.

In such a manner they passed the remainder of the morning away, pausing only for lunch, and then resuming their game after it. While kissing he began to add more and more of his passion to the mixture, and she did as well to try to match him. Soon both of them were so entranced by the feelings of the other that they began to forget where the lines between each and the other were. The cute kisses had long ago been replaced by romantic kisses. The romantic kisses were quickly replaced by passionate kisses and soon they were so spellbound that there was naught to them but the other. Everything that Rebecca felt was magnified by her newly acquired abilities, making it all much more poignant and sharp than she had thought possible. She began to wonder how much she could endure, and suddenly she understood what Elrohir had meant by unusual. It wasn't bad at all to feel each kiss as strongly as she did, but it was almost too much. She broke free from his kiss long enough to whisper, "You were right. Unusual."

"Do you want me to make things easier for you?" he asked. "I don't have to kiss that strongly you know."

"How about we go to just touching. Like a back rub. That would be wonderful. I can handle that I think. Not as much kissing in that."

"I could tone it down if you wanted," he offered.

"No, it was becoming too much before we got so carried away. I just wanted to see how much I could handle. Now I know… for now."

Elrohir nodded and then they both got off the couch and he carried her up the stairs and up to the bedroom.

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Elladan suddenly got a grin on his face.

"What is so amusing to you?" Glorfindel asked in Sindarin.

"I think Elrohir is having a little fun with Rebecca," he replied with a wicked glimmer in his eye.

"Well it is possible, considering they are on their honeymoon," Glorfindel replied, returning his eyes to the book in his hand.

"No, I mean right now," Elladan said.

"Elladan, he is on the other side of the Atlantic. You could not possibly know what he is doing right now?" Glorfindel retorted.

"Yes I could, and I can. We are elven twins Glorfindel. We have an unusual bond," Elladan defended.

"I agree with you on unusual, but I still doubt you can tell what he is doing right now. Even your father and his brother were not that talented."

"But we are both elven. Uncle chose mortality."

"No, you are both three quarters an elf, which makes up just a little more than one actual elf. Therefore, I doubt," Glorfindel answered.

Elladan only grinned and shook his head. He was certain he knew just what his twin brother was doing and no words of Glorfindel's were going to persuade him otherwise.

Suddenly the door bell rang.

"Hey Elladan! How are you!" Liz said as he opened the door.

"Hello Liz. I'm fine. Please, would you come in?" Elladan invited.

She came in and sat down. Glorfindel sat down his book.

"Maybe you can talk some sense into him Liz. Elladan is convinced that he knows what Elrohir is doing right now," Glorfindel said.

She got a strange look on her face and slowly replied, "Well, they are in Switzerland, and they are way ahead of us… but I know nothing of elven twins. If he were human I would doubt it. I will say that."

"So you think it's possible?" Elladan asked.

"I'm not getting into this. All I know about elves is that you live forever and your ears are pointed," Liz stated.

"Then it is a draw until he comes back," Glorfindel said. "Then you can ask him. You better write down the time and day right now or you'll forget."

"No I won't," he replied.

"Yes you will. Go," Glorfindel commanded.

As Elladan walked away he said, "You know, Father told Glorfindel to keep an eye on us like a father, but hardly told him to be our father!"

"I wouldn't be if you didn't need it!" Glorfindel replied.

Liz laughed at the joke. "Someone needs to keep him in line," she said in a loud whisper.

"I heard that!" came Elladan's voice from the kitchen.

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Rebecca was recovering from the unusual sensations by simply lying on the bed. She had a blank look in her eyes and Elrohir was looking at the expression and wondering if his had looked the same.

"I can't move," she blurted out at last.

"What do you mean?" Elrohir asked.

"I am too weak and tired to move. It was too much," she said at length.

"I am sorry Mirë."

"No, no, you don't have anything to be sorry for." She was silent for a few seconds then said, "I want to just lay here."

"That's fine," Elrohir said. "Whatever you desire."

"Did you feel this way afterwards?"

"Yes, a bit. I collapsed on the bed and didn't move until Father helped ease the shock a little."

"Whatever he did, will you please do?" Rebecca asked.

"I was going to in another two minutes. It's best to just be limp for a while. It gives yourself a break."

She made no sign to reply, she only laid there. Suddenly Elrohir's hand covered her eyes and he was singing something softly. Slowly she felt life back in her limbs and stirred.

"Aren't you tired?" she asked at length.

"A little weary, but not so much that I can do nothing." He replied.

She nodded and then he crawled over so he was leaning over her and said, "So, do you still want that back massage?"

She grinned. "Yes."

Suddenly Elrohir got a funny look on his face. "Elladan is doing something."

"Well hopefully. Or he'd be dead," Rebecca said, rapidly becoming confused.

"No, he is… finding something," Elrohir said, confused.

"Is there some weird link between you and your brother?" Rebecca asked pointedly.

"Yes, a bit of one anyway, but I have never had something like this happen before," he replied thoughtfully. "We'll find out what he found soon enough I think. In the mean time, let's forget him."

"Yes! Let's!" Rebecca heartily agreed. She rolled herself over and he began to work on her back. To her relief and relaxation, the massage was not as overpowering as his kisses were, but she suspected he was holding back emotion from her.

He began to sing once more, but she realized it was more for his benefit than hers. It didn't matter though, for an elven song of healing of any sort will do anyone with in earshot good.

"So, is this what your father did when you were getting over your shock?" she asked.

"Yes, but not until he had rubbed a fair amount of athelas into my back. I would do the same, but I am afraid that plant is gone from the world. And he didn't do it in quite this way either, but I am sure you guessed that," he grinned.

"I didn't figure he did," she mumbled. There was silence for a few minutes then she asked, "Do you still spar with Elladan?"

"On occasion. Why do you ask?" Elrohir replied.

"Because your hands still feel like you do."

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" he inquired, knowing the answer already.

"Good, most definitely," she replied, proving him correct.

Elrohir continued his singing and soon Rebecca felt all the shock fade away. She declared such and then said, "What do you think it will take for me to endure your kisses again?"

"Typically after the initial shock it gets easier every time. But that is with elves. I'm not so sure about humans," he answered.

"Let us find out shall we?" Rebecca said with a grin.

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The next day she awoke late, finding Elrohir gone downstairs. She was just about to get out of bed and go after him when he came in with her breakfast in bed.

"Hopeless romantic poet," she said with a grin as he set it down in front of her.

"I aim to please," he smiled.

When she finished he took the tray downstairs and upon returning asked, "And how do you feel this morning?"

"More or less normal. I'm not quite sure what normal is anymore… but I think I'm getting close to it again."

He smiled. "That's good. Do you feel up for a tour of the town?"

"I think so!" she smiled.

"Then get ready and we'll go," he said.

Author's note; A quaint Swiss village… At least it's a change of scenery… REVIEW please! And I thank you all again sooo much for the great reviews I have gotten. Sorry this was late in coming! REALLY REALLY busy as of late! Shall try to get the next one out soon, but I make no promises.