I don't really have an introduction, today. Life had been its normal, crazy self.
Izzy: That's an oxymoron, isn't it?
MN9: Uggh. It's too late for such big word, Izzy.
Izzy: Dually noted. Just get it started.
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings. Need I say more?
Chapter 28 Recap:
Tears ran wildly and freely down her cheeks. The salt ran into her mouth, and droplet's fell into the wet screen of the bowl.
"Show me…please," she begged.
As her tears dripped into the mirror, it began to glow and morph. She slowly realized that her life was about to flash before her eyes, and she wasn't even dying.
Warning: A bit of 'bad language' in one paragraph.
Chapter 29 (This is going to start right away with what the mirror is showing her):
Abby was 2 or 3 years old, playing with her favorite stuffed animal, a huskie with white and gray fur. She loved dogs; her room was filled with toys and pictures of them.
Outside her room, there was yelling. Shadows of feet were running back and forth in front of her room.
"Just go then, whore! But don't expect me to follow!" an angry man yelled.
Breaking glass came from downstairs, quickly followed by a door slam. Abby ran to her window, and saw a woman with clicky red heels storm up to the car, climb in, and drive away.
She didn't think much of it, and hopped away. Her foot got caught on the chair, and she fell hard to the ground and started crying loudly.
"Mommy!"
Her father came into her room and picked her up and placed her on the bed.
"You need to clean up your room, sweetie," he mumbled.
"I want m-mommy!" she sniffled. "She makes the ow-wies go away."
"Mommy is not here right now," her dad said, trying to stay calm.
"I don't understand! I want mommy," she cried again.
"Mommy is not coming back!" he said, fed up. "She left you, forever. Do you understand that!" he yelled.
Abby's lip trembled, with sadness and fear. She didn't like to make daddy mad.
Her father gave an angry sigh and stomped out of the room.
Abby didn't want to move off the bed, but her stuffed animal was across the room.
She reached her hands out, trying hard to reach it.
"Timber, here boy," she whimpered, hoping it could come closer.
Suddenly, the toy rose in the air, and slowly floated to her. It landed gently in her arms, and she squeezed the huskie with all her might, as small, fat tears fell down her face.
"Mommy," she whispered.
(scene change)
Her neighbors were teaching 5-year-old Abby how to ride a bicycle.
"Her father should be doing this," the neighbor man said to his wife, as Abby attempted to balance on the kickstand.
"Poor man is still distraught over the incident," she replied.
"Poor man my ass," he grunted. "All he ever does is work or sleep. Drinks too from what I hear. I'm sorry his wife left, I really am. But she left Abby too, he needs to be a strong parent for her."
His wife just shrugged, and watched the small girl run around, giving up the bike.
(scene change)
Abby straightened her school uniform and pulled her hair back in a messy ponytail.
She knocked carefully on her father's door.
"Dad, time for me to go to school."
He rolled over lazily, and looked at the clock.
"It's early, honey, and I have a headache. Call Steph or something."
"But, Dad, it's my first day of 3rd grade."
"Sweet heart, I'm just not up to it. I'm sorry." He rolled over and went back to sleep.
She huffed and stormed out of the room.
He was always calling her pet names like sugar, cutie, sunshine, like that was going to make up for the fact that he hardly even went anywhere with her.
(scene change)
"Abby, want to hang out tomorrow night?" her friend, Lila, asked her.
"Can't, I have fencing," she replied simply.
"Well what about Saturday?"
"My horse-back group is going on a trail ride," Abby said, opening up her book.
Lila sighed. "Your turning into one of your fantasy book characters."
'I wish. Their life is so much cooler than mine,' Abby thought, and turned to the first chapter of a book recommended by the librarian. It was by some author named Tolkien.
"I think they're making that book into a movie," Lila commented.
Abby raised an eyebrow. "Really, well I better read this fast. The book is always better then the movie."
"Whatever, we better go or we'll be late. Not that I'm in a rush for 5th grade math," she said.
The story unfolded more and more with each second. Everything about her friends, school, hobbies, family (or lack there of) came flooding back. Thoughts and memories about the first 13 years of her life, the years before Lorien, flew by in front of her eyes. She tried to release her grip on the rim of the bowl; she wanted to leave. It was becoming too surreal and she wanted it to stop. But she couldn't walk away, and her mind was pulled in to a new image.
"What the fuck do you mean she's gone?" a woman screamed.
"Oh, like you have the right to give a shit. You're the bitch who left us over 10 years ago," a man screamed back.
"I needed to get away from you, you bastard. I didn't realize I was leaving my daughter with such a jackass."
"Get the fuck, out of my house!" He lunged at her.
"Fine, but this isn't over. I outta send you to jail, look at this place! I swear to god if she ever comes back I'm getting her out of this hell-hole, like I should have done a lot sooner!" she yelled, and ran out of the house.
"Shit!" the man screamed in rage, and kicked over the chair. "I'm sorry, alright? I didn't want this to happen!" he yelled at the wall, just before punching it.
'That was new,' Abigail thought.
There was no mistaking those people were her mother and father, she was a perfect combination of them both. Her mother's fiery red hair and her father's dark brown hair resulted in her auburn hair. Her mom's bright blue eyes and her dad's steel gray one's caused her to have stormy eyes. But that means her father was sorry, and her mother had come back for her.
'Would life be better now if I were there?'
The water morphed once more.
She was laughing at the breakfast table with her mom. She must have been 20 or so, and she was in a new house, living with her mom. They were laughing so hard, tears were coming out.
Next she was a beach party with a loud crowd and she was one of the most popular girls there. She was dancing, eating and having so much fun.
"Sorry, guys, I'm going to steal my girlfriend for a while," a boy said, wrapping his arm around Abby's waist.
"Aww, but we were about to limbo," she smiled, putting an arm around his shoulder and giving him puppy eyes.
"As hard as it is to resist the look…it will only take a moment, I promise. Besides, you always lose first round," he said.
"It's not my fault I was curse with my mother's inflexibility."
He chuckled, and led her away by her hand,
"Moon is full tonight," he moment, as they were walking with their feet in the water, with the party in the background.
"Yeah, it's great," she said in a dreamy tone.
"So are you," he whispered in her ear, and then slipped something into her hand. It was a small silver ring.
"Brian, what is this?"
"Look, I know we still have a couple years left of college, but I also know I want to see you everyday no matter what. We can wait to see if you still feel the same, so for now call it a promise leg. Because I promise to make our time together the happiest."
She smiled and put the ring on her finger.
"You need to work on your romantic speeches, but I love it and you. I accept with all my heart," she said, and the kissed lovingly underneath the night sky.
(scene change)
Abigail was back in Middle Earth, not much older than she was now. But she was clad in all black and her eyes were lifeless. Her hair whipped around wildly like flames, but the rest of the world stood still.
She had a malicious grin on her face, along with splatters of…blood?
"Men, so pitiful with their pleads and their shame," she said. It was her voice, but not her words. She slowly pulled out her daggers, and stabbed at blurred figures with an unknown sense of evil. On things was for sure, though, she was killing everything.
"No!" Abigail shouted, splashing the water out of the mirror, making the picture vanish as quickly as possible.
Her knuckles were white from gripping so the edges so tightly.
When she looked up, Lady Galadriel was standing by the small waterfall, but Abigail was not surprised to see hear.
"Bet you didn't see this one coming," she managed to croak out, her throat dry as if she had been screaming for hours.
"It is not unexpected that there are other worlds or powers that we do not know of. It is only surprisingly that is was an innocent little girl that came to us from such an advanced place," Galadriel spoke smoothly.
"What am I suppose to say," she asked, more to herself then the lady. "Do I tell them what I know? Tell them the truth on top of the deceit?"
"It is your secret and only yours to tell, but you have seen the possibilities," Galadriel replied.
"I doubt they would believe me, and even if they did what would happen next is that they lose all trust and faith in me."
"But in reality you can not be certain. You have read about upcoming events, but you are the defect in that chain. You are still the unknown factor."
"Well I just love to be mysterious," Abigail mumbled. She paced around slowly. "Those last two visions are really what I can't understand. If somehow I was to return home, it said that I would be happy and loved. But if I stay alive in Middle Earth…" she trailed off and shuddered. Even from only a vision, she could feel the evil and hatred radiating off her.
She paced faster now, her stress level increasing. She had hoped knowing would give her peace, but it only made her more confused, angry and distraught. She took the one path that felt safe right now. Denial.
"Mirrors are known to lie, and thoughts are always unclear. There is no proof that those memories are mine."
"Can anyone be sure that they are real? All you can do is simply accept what is given to you, whether it be in life or in a dream," Galadriel said.
"Then I accept the dream. I'm a girl from Middle Earth who tragically lost her memory and was given an extraordinary power. You're all just trying to confuse me," she said loudly, but firmly. Then she walked quickly out of the garden.
But if the past was true, there was one thing that could give her proof. She hoped she was wrong, but either way she needed to get to her room.
As soon as she was at the house, she walked quickly and quietly to her bedroom, as to not wake Haldir. She stumbled over to her dresser, and open the bottom door and rummaged the clothing around so she could search the very back.
Within seconds, she found what she didn't want to find.
It was suppose to be an outfit, though it now looked like rags.
The pants were a thick blue fabric, worn through in the knees.
'Jeans…they're called jeans,' she thought.
With it, came out a gray shirt, with not sleeves and a strange orange cloth.
'The gray shirt is a tank top, and the orange thing was called a …hoodie I believe.'
These were earth clothes, the one's she was wearing when she fell out of the tree. The proof was in the blood stained rip where the Nazgûl sword had stabbed.
With these three items she could no longer deny what the mirror had showed her. She was a long, long way from home with much more to hide.
"The books…" she murmured. That was one of the most compromising situations.
Thus far, the story by J.R.R. Tolkien had come true, save for her being here of course.
The good new was, Gandalf wasn't dead. But the fellowship left tomorrow, and she knew what was supposed to happen soon on that part of the journey. Boromir was to die.
"Oh god, no" she cried, and wrapped her arms tightly around herself.
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Haldir woke with a start. He could have sworn her heard a cry in the next room over. It could have been his imagination, but when he heard movement her realized it was Abigail.
He got up quickly and went next door. She had her knees curled up to her chest, sitting on the floor.
"Abigail? What ever is the matter?" he asked, worried.
"It's suppose to be a brilliant bedtime story, but it's turning into my nightmare," she said in a low whisper.
"What?"
"But why me? How? Who would bring such a child into this world? Am I here to help save the world or help destroy it?" she continued.
"Abigail, what are you talking about?" His eyes widened with confusion and even a little fear.
She flinched when he took a step towards her.
"Too many questions, too many possibilities and outcomes. I don't know where to go from here. It's not supposed to happen it's not supposed to be real! I'm a mistake, I don't understand!" she said, babbling. She looked as if she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
Haldir knelt down to her level and hugged her fiercely.
"Abigail, calm down! Talk to me," he said, reverting to elvish.
She stopped talking altogether, and just wept on his shoulder.
"Shh, it's okay. Just breathe," he whispered, rubbing her back and trying to comfort her. A few minutes later her helped her up onto a chair and looked her in the eyes.
"Tell me what happened. Slowly and calmly, we have all the time," he said carefully.
She nodded and sniffled. She took a big breath and told him everything, about how her life had changed dramatically within the last hour.
Kind of a strange chapter, but I decided I wanted to do more about what the mirror actually showed her.
Anyway, her memory is back, like I promised it would be.
Next chapter, the fellowship finally leaves Lorien, and what can Abigail do about Boromir?
Thanks to super cool reviewers:
grumpy861: I know it was evil, but every author needs a good cliffy now and then. I'm glad you're still enjoying the story, though!
ArwenEvenstar83: Whoa, many kudos for the super good and long review. I hope this chapter meets your expectations. Thank you!
Narnian Sprite: Don't worry, I wanted to update quickly. I've been itching to write these couple chapter forever. I do feel sad for Authion, but you haven't seen the last of him. Thank you!
Daughter of Arabia: Aww, don't kill Authion, he's only in love. LOL, being crazy is good. Just look at Izzy. This chapter wasn't too long, but hopefully it will still satisfy you. Thanks.
writin4fun15: Hello new reviewer! Happy to see you are liking it. I agree that Aragorn romances seem scarce these days, so I'm really doing you all a favor (haha). Please review again, thanks!
KillerRubberDuckiesR-J: I knew I was setting myself up with the nonsense thing, but it was funny. I'm glad you liked it, thanks!
Next chapter should be posted sometime this weekend, as always. Until then, eat, drink and be merry (or Pippin, your choice).
Izzy: That joked sucked.
MN9: Shh, they don't know that.
Izzy: Umm, yeah they do.
-MysticNight9