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In The Beginning of The End
By Analiria
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Chapter 3: Waiting
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'What?!' I looked up at him, wide eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
"What do you mean 'I can't go back'?" I shoved the parchment at him.
He simply looked at Lord Elrond, who was slowly paling. Suddenly, Lady Celebrian rushed beside me, kneeled, and took both my hands.
"We cannot tell you… yet. The time will come when we shall tell you, but in the mean time, will you accept to stay at our home?" She asked kindly.
I looked up at Lord Elrond, who opened his mouth to comment but whether it is good or bad, he stopped himself. I slowly nodded, not knowing where else I would be able to stay. Lady Celebrian merely smiled at me, her hand holding mine as she stood up.
The old man coughed, before saying: "Forgive my manners, Lady Reesha. I am Gandalf the Grey. I would be at your service in what ever you may need." He bowed a little, smiling at me. I smiled back, and he went out of the room.
"I guess this meeting is finished. Lady Reesha, I'm sure Arwen would be glad to show you to your room?" He asked, turning to Arwen for approval. She gave a nod.
"I would be in my study if ever any one would need me. Good day. Celebrian?" He asked, inviting her.
She gave a nod before turning towards me.
"I hope to see you at supper, my dear." With that, she went out the door.
"Lady Reesha, would you like to rest now?" Mr. Arwen asked.
I stood up, dipped the quill into the ink, went over to Aragorn, and took the parchment from him.
"Ms. Arwen, I do hope you not call me lady, since it does not suit me. I would be more than glad if you call me by my given name… and no. Would it be possible if I have a tour?" I smiled at her sheepishly as I handed the parchment.
"Of course!" She smiled, before frowning. "But do know this Reesha, you deserve that title more than me."
I gave her a questioning look, but neither gave a thing away. Even if I don't know them, that doesn't mean I can't sense them hiding something.
"But please, do call me Arwen. Long have I been surrounded by males, except for my mother. I am glad to have you as part of this house."
I gave her a smile.
"What would you like to do then?" Aragorn asked, having felt that he was being ignored.
I ran around the fields, until I was out of breath. I nearly stumbled as I turned to look at Aragorn and Arwen, grinning at them.
Hey, who ever said that I can't pretend and try to forget about my problems?
I ran towards the two, who was looking at me while they were talking. When they near me, I heard a different language. I stopped in front of them, giving a weird look.
Aragorn chuckled. "It's Elvish. Why don't we go to your room now? I am sure you're quite tired and you still have to get ready for supper."
I nodded.
"Come." Arwen called as she went on ahead of us. We followed closely behind.
"How old are you?" Aragorn asked, glancing at me.
I raised my left hand in an "o" shape, and one finger at the other.
He nodded, and I pointed a finger at him.
"Me?" He asked with a smile on his face. "You wouldn't believe it even if I say so."
I shook my head.
"I'm seventy-seven."
"What the..." My mouth formed, still bearing no sound. I hung my head before looking up at him in the eye. It seemed the truth. I gaped at him.
'HE'S OLD ENOUGH TO BE MY GRANDFATHER! How come the hair…?' I pulled at my hair, asking him how he looks so young.
He merely chuckled.
"My ancestors lived with the elves… I guess that explains much of it." He replied, looking at Arwen. "The elves have long life, they live up to thousands years of age."
I nodded. I pointed at Arwen. He cocked his head, not understanding my actions. I hung my head. 'This is getting harder…'
I waved my hand at him, signifying that we talk of this later. As if on cue, Arwen called out and asked for us to hurry.
I jumped on the bed, silently giggling and hugging one of the pillows. Aragorn raised an eyebrow at this, but with an amused glint in his eyes. Arwen simply hid her smile. I turned to them, and smiled sheepishly.
"I guess you like it then?" Arwen asked.
If I had a voice, I would've shouted: "WHO WOULDN'T?!"
The room had a theme of white and silver, making it look absolutely elegant. The colour of the walls was white, with paintings hanging and silver patterns randomly printed. Windows were placed just above the bed, which body was of silver colour and had white sheets. On the left side of the room was a door, probably the rest room. Beside the door was a tall cabinet. On the other side were a mirror, chair, and table. The room wasn't exactly big, but it was spacey enough.
I simply nodded enthusiastically.
"I'll leave you here then. I'll come back here so I could assist you." I gave her questioning look, not understanding her last sentence. She just bowed a little, before turning to Aragorn. "Would you like to come?"
He nodded. "If ever you would need us, we'll be in the room in front of yours."
I nodded and they went out.
I lied down and looked at the ceiling. It was kind of enchanted, since it looked like you were looking at the sky. The sun wasn't visible, and there were little clouds moving slowly.
'So, I guess this is a dream, huh? But then, if this is a dream, then why did I feel Aragorn pulling me up? Ahhh!! Elves are really elegant species... I hope humans be somewhat like them. At least they care about the environment...'
I had peace for at least two hours, until a loud 'bang!' came from the other room. I jumped out of bed, straightening my clothes before going out from my room to knock on the door of the room where the sound came from.
After waiting three minutes outside the door, I lost my patience and opened the door. What I saw was something I was not prepared to see and if I had a voice, I would've screamed a scream that might reach Pluto… If Pluto did exist in this world.
Did I say that I hated homosexuals? Not to mention homosexuals doing it together. Oh, did I mention homosexual twins doing it together?
"Elladan!" The one underneath said, kicking the elf on top of him. "If it was father that saw us, what do you think would be his reaction? I told you not to do something that would tempt me to do it again!"
If one was to walk past me now, he would trip because of my jaw.
"…but you were the one that started it!" The other said. Both did not have their shirts on.
The first to speak got up and walked towards me, and I stepped backwards.
Hey, if I get over the initial shock, nobody would be able to stop me from strangling him. Why? I hate gays. Really. Why do I hate gays? I don't know. They're just irritating. Anger towards homosexuals' runs in our family's veins.
My body is now pressed on the wall, looking horrified at the gay elf.
"I'm very sorry for that." He kneeled in front of me, taking my hand and lightly kissed it. If my face already looked horrified, it would be even more now, if that is possible. He once again stood up, a grin in his face. "That-" He pointed at his twin. "-is my brother."
I raised my eyebrow at him. If I had a voice, I would've said: "As if that isn't obvious." Good thing I didn't have right now. Hate for the gay people is slowly rising, Initial shock decreasing.
"Umm.." He tried to explain. "We were wrestling, not doing it. That would just be plain disgusting."
'Tell me about it.' I looked at him, his chest, and at him again, hoping he would get the idea.
"Oh. I'm sorry." He smiled sheepishly. "Wait a minute."
He turned around sharply, closed the door, and rummaged inside the room. Shouts of "MOVE!" and "I AM MOVING!" was heard, before the door burst open again. The twins went out of the room, now wearing tunics.
"I'm Elrohir." One of them said. "I'm the one whom you talked with earlier, and this-" He placed a hand on the other's shoulder. "-is Elladan, my twin. We are sons of Lord Elrond."
They both bowed slightly.
I gave a nod, and a smile. They glanced at each other, before looking at me again. "…and you are?"
I placed a hand on my throat and opened my mouth to speak. They both looked at me awkwardly, and I slightly rolled my eyes. I did it again.
"Oh…" Elladan mused. "You're mute."
I simply nodded. The door on my right opened, revealing a smiling Aragorn and Arwen.
"Oh. You've met already." Arwen said.
"LITTLE SISTER!!" The twins mused, reaching their arms out as if to hug Arwen. She simply furrowed her brows, and hid behind Aragorn. I looked at them amusedly.
"Reesha." Arwen called. "You haven't taken a bath yet?"
I shook my head.
"So your name is Reesha." One of the twins said. You know, I can't really distinguish one from the other. I turned at the one who spoke and smiled. "We'll see you at supper then."
I gave a nod, before Arwen held my hand and took me to my room with Aragorn following suit. Arwen pushed me slightly to the rest room where I quickly bathed and wrapped a bath robe at my small body. I went out of the room and met Arwen who was rummaging at the closet, and Aragorn who was leaning on the door. Arwen quickly pulled out a white children's dress and shoved it towards me before pushing me to the rest room again. I dressed and went out of the room. Arwen sat me on a chair as she brushed at my hair, doing it in a fashion of the elves.
"Done." She sighed with finality, pushing a stray strand back. I mouthed 'thank you' at her before opening the drawer to reveal parchment, quill and ink.
"Are the twins gay?"
Arwen simply looked at Aragorn and beckoned him to come closer, showing him the parchment.
"Elladan and Elrohir? Yes, they are. Always keeping the house gaiety and buoyant." He answered.
"No, I don't mean gay as in happy. I mean gay as in homosexual."
He snorted as he read, earning him two raised eyebrow. "They aren't."
I simply nodded.
"Did something happen?" Arwen asked, curiosity evident in her voice.
I slightly smiled, before shaking my head. I received two suspicious looks.
"Come, supper would be served only a few minutes from now." Aragorn stated, turning and opening the door.
"Elladan and Elrohir, I believe you've already met Lady Reesha?" Lord Elrond asked as supper was served.
"Yes, father. I believe we met on good terms." One of them answered, sneakily winking at me.
I hid a smile by drinking some tea.
"I believe so too, as they wouldn't tell what had happened." Arwen said snidely and both of the twins glared at her.
"And what had happened?" Lord Elrond asked, looking at the two. They both smiled sheepishly, but did not give a word. He turned towards me and asked me the same thing.
"I'd rather not tell, Lord Elrond. That would be a secret among the three of us. Oh, but not to be disrespectful sir, but I'd rather if you call me by my name only."
I handed him the parchment, and he simply nodded, sighing. "I would not ask then, Reesha."
I smiled at him and I caught Gandalf looking at me amusedly, a smile on his face.
Really, if I sewed him some wizarding clothes, he'll look like Dumbledore!
I looked at him questionably, but was cut off by Aragorn.
"When would the training start, Lord Elrond?" He asked at him, but his gaze was upon me.
I turned to questioning look at Lord Elrond.
"As the sun rises tomorrow." He replied.
I turned to the both of them, eyes asking questions.
"You heard him, Reesha." Gandalf stated. "Your training concerning healing and sword-wielding would start tomorrow morning."
A.N.: There, A longer chapter! After two more chapters, the real story would start! Nobody answered my question in the last chapter. Once again, I ask: Would one like long chapters or short chapters?
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