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Chapter 11

Mandos, and the Valar,

Thank you for the choices that you have presented. We choose to come to Valinor with the elves. Is there anything we are expected to do?

Lark and Celine

I popped the note in the envelope and set it on the table. The elves, Mairon, Lark, my parents, and I looked at it thoughtfully, and a bit nervously. At least, me anyways. And Lark.

The envelope bulged. I picked it back up and opened it, slowly unfolding the new note and answer.

Lark and Celine,

Congratulations. You will be brought to The Ring of Doom in a day's time.

No need to worry, nothing is expected of you except for your presences- and until you arrive, you will be required to wear the necklaces at all times.

Have fun!

Mandos

I swallowed. "Well, that wasn't too bad." I said weakly.

"Not too bad? We have to actually go in front of the council of the Valar? That's a scary thought. Oh well." Lark sighed. I stared morosely at the envelope.

"Why do I feel that life has just gotten a lot more complicated?" I suddenly asked.

"Funny, it does. One would have thought that it would seem simpler. No school- no homework-" Lark agreed, trailing off.

"Hmm. Well, I'm guessing we're not taking anything with us, except for the clothes on our backs- speaking of which, I wonder what to wear." I muttered, looking blankly out the window.

Then I plonked my head into Mairon's hair. "Man, I don't wanna leave and I'm dying to go." I sighed. Lark, next to me, nodded against my shoulder where she rested her head.

"But I want you to come." Mairon said softly. I looked up and smiled at him weakly.

"I'm ridiculously happy to hear you say that, Mairon." I breathed a laugh.

"Well, it's just the bird leaving the nest a little early." Dad comforted Mom, who was sniffling. Lark had already talked to her parents yesterday and after three hours, they were convinced and willing enough, seeing that we would see each other again.

I suddenly blushed. "Gosh dad, please don't say that. It feels like I'm going off to college or getting married or something." I said uncomfortably.

Lark stifled her laugh with a snort. "Talk about it." She sighed.

"Besides, we'll see each other again... As elves, I'm guessing?" I said confusedly. Lark shrugged.

"Whatever. I wonder why we were chosen to get into this mess anyway." I placed my head in Mairon's hair to hide my laughter. After all, I knew (I think) why Lark was chosen, but why me?

"When tomorrow exactly are we leaving anyway?" Lark asked, baffled. I shrugged.

"Clueless." I answered, and stood up with a stretch. Setting Mairon down a moment, I did a back handspring away from the couch and moaned as my joints cracked.

"All of that swimming and jumping has stretched muscles I didn't even know existed." I grumbled, doing a split on the floor.

"Talk about it." Lark grouched. "Even dancing doesn't help that any." She sighed. We both went to salsa and tango classes together. Often we would practice together.

"You dance?" Fingon asked curiously. I looked at Lark dubiously.

"I don't think elves have any concept of salsa or tango." She said hesitantly. I choked.

"Yeah. Well, it's a little more open then elves technically are." I snorted.

"But skipping that topic, the more pressing question is what we are going to do till tomorrow." I said, laying back on the floor and stretching like a cat would.

"No idea." She answered lazily.

"Wait." I sat up. "How do we explain our 'disappearance' anyway?" I addressed mom and dad.

"We'll just say that you've gone overseas." Mom answered promptly. Lark and I grinned.

"Overseas!" I laughed. "Perfect!" Lark agreed. The elves were smiling amusedly.

"Speaking of which, I'M BORED!" I whined. Lark was laughing at me. With a sigh, I dropped my head on the edge of the couch next to Glorfindel's leg.

I grinned up at him and tugged on a strand of his long hair. "You look good even upside down. Now I really wish I was an elf." I sighed. Lark giggled. Glorfindel blinked.

"He's blushing, Celine." She teased.

"So? You've probably made them blush more than once with your teasing." I teased back.

"What did I say!?" She feigned innocence. I smirked.

"Can't say I prefer elves myself. Too thin. All creamy skin and high cheekbones. Though, that one there isn't too bad." I deliberately pointed to Maeglin, who glared at me darkly as Lark howled.

"What's your preference in the elves anyway?" I asked Lark, rolling over onto my stomach. She faced me while Mairon climbed onto my back.

"Gondolin or Rivendell or Greenwood." She said dreamily. "Dark haired or blonde." She added.

"Legolas." I scoffed. She threw the remote at me. "I'm way over him!" She shrieked.

"Ever since these guys showed up." I snickered. She face-palmed.

"And you?" She tried desperately to get the blush off of her cheeks.

"Gondolin. Period." I answered lazily. "Can't help it, but ever since I read about that city, I can't get over its destruction. It was too awesome to destroy, but it was. So I hate Melkor for that." I sighed dramatically.

"Besides, hasn't it ever struck you that all of the best elves came from Gondolin? Like, ever? Lord Elrond's heritage was there. His Seneschal was from there." I flicked a finger at Glorfindel. "Two lone elves who ever killed a Balrog. The only reborn elf. Aragorn was raised among the Noldor, though that's off the point. Need I say more?" I asked with a smirk.

She rolled her eyes. "Point taken. And agreed with. Have you ever realized that you should never be high King of the Noldor?" She asked randomly to no one in particular.

"Why?" Maedhros asked blandly.

"They all died one way or another." Lark answered. "Think about it. Gil-Galad, Feänor, Fingolfin, all the others, Fingon, and even Maedhros who was supposed to be- they all died. Was killed, to be exact. The point being, never be high King." She made her points by jabbing a finger in the air.

"I never saw it that way." Maglor hummed thoughtfully.

"Perhaps not." I said dryly. "But then, when did the sons of Feänor ever think rationally until it was stabbed into their heads?" I sniggered. The Feänorians glared at me while I giggled maniacally.

"Not even a year on a cliff did it, apparently." Mairon grumbled from my back. I laughed, as did mom and dad.

"Yes, a very- handy- method for, how shall I say it, rethinking your whole life." Lark sniggered.

"No, it isn't." Maedhros snarled. I picked Mairon up and sat on Maedhros' lap.

"Sorry, Muindor. No offense intended, but can I use you as a chair? Thanks!" I leaned into him comfortably and began to brush Mairon's hair.

"Wai- Wha-?" Lark was staring out the window.

"What is it now?" Caranthir asked.

"I don't know." She answered sarcastically. "No really though, have you ever seen a dog that big before, Celine?" She asked me, sounding immensely confused.

I peered out the window and my eyes widened. "Oh snap!" I yelped, and plopped Mairon down, running for the door.

Wrenching it open, my eyes nearly popped right out of my head. "Ahhhh!" I shrieked, as a huge dog, or whatever it was, leaped on top of me and licked my face clean, barking happily. There was one other dog-thing as well behind it, looking uninterested at the scene.

"Oi! Get off of me!" I begged. He leaped off, and then I noticed a collar around his neck. Picking it up, I read: Drago, descendant of Huan, wolf of Valinor, companion of the bearer of the necklace Elfsky.

"Oh. My. Eru." I gasped, feeling dizzy. Lark ran in.

"What is- ahhhh!" It was her turn to scream as the other dog- wolf, as I now knew, jumped on her. I stared at my own wolf companion.

"What in Qui-Gon's teacups-?" I asked, bewildered. "What are they for!?"

"Get him off me!" Lark shrieked. The wolf got off promptly.

"What's his name?" I asked her. She picked up the collar tag. "Saphira, descendant of Huan, wolf of Valinor, companion to the bearer of the necklace Elfstone." She read. We looked at each other, wide eyed.

"Maybe they're the way we get to Valinor?" I asked. Drago nodded.

"Okay, then, yeah, you can understand words." Lark muttered.

"What's going on?" Fingon called from the living room.

"Ummm, transportation to Valinor, how I don't know?" Lark answered, while I closed the door and we walked into the living room.

Drago bumped into my leg when we got in, to the shock of the group. "Ai! Drago, watch where you're stepping please! Gosh, how big are you!?" I asked.

"Not as large as Huan." Caranthir replied, a bit sourly.

"Relief then." Lark sighed. "They wouldn't have fit anywhere." I groaned.

"What's next, Celegorm to make them behave?" I mumbled, plopping on the floor again. Drago sat next to me and curled up with a wide yawn.

"Nàmo, directions would be handy!" Lark said, annoyed. She was answered with a thwack to the head with an envelope. I laughed at her.

She grumbled an opened it. "He says that they'll tell us when it's time to go." She said dryly.

"Simple." I scoffed. "Man- elf- I'm so booreeeed." I whined for the second time.

"Who named it Mount Doom anyway?" Mairon suddenly asked, fingering his ring.

"Mount Doom? What a tasteless name!" Ecthelion scoffed.

"Tch, should have named it Mount Nàmo." Caranthir smirked.

"Shut it, Caranthir." Lark and I groaned simultaneously.

"It was named by the men that way, and Orodruin by the elves..." Glorfindel input.

"Still dull." Caranthir said.

"Stuff it!" That was several elves. Caranthir, of course, didn't care.

"Fingering a ring, finge- ring- hmm, I wonder if that's where they got the word ring." I mused.

"Have you heard anything from Findécano?" Lark suddenly asked about our friend.

"Negative." I answered. Just then, an airplane flew by.

"NAZGUL! Wraith on wings!" Lark and I shouted, then cracked up laughing.

"The N word. Dude, that's so wraithist." I cracked a joke. Dad chuckled at that one, while Lark explained the play-on word.

"If you're bored, why don't you go do something useful? Dance, sing?" Mom asked practically, as always.

"Mom! One does not simply stop procrastinating!" I gasped. Lark went into another spiel of laughter at that one. "Just as one does not simply walk into my room." I added wryly. "Literally. There's a land mine in there, and scattered books-" I rambled.

"Celine." Lark interrupted.

"Eh?" I asked, eyes closing.

"They're taking the hobbits to Isengard!" She teased. I bolted up.

"No! Where!?" I asked frantically. She cracked up as I growled. "That song." I sighed. "Tell me, where is Gandalf, for I much desire to speak with him." I said pompously. Lark laughed as mom and dad sighed.

"Hopeless." I heard him tell the elves.

"I know, right? I wonder if the mats in padded rooms are fun to bounce off of. Squishy." I said interestedly. Lark screamed in laughter as the elves decided to ignore our insanity.

Just then, Maeglin stood up to go somewhere, and tripped over Saphira's tail. He managed to catch himself just in time, and landed in a push-up position. Lark smirked.

"Clumsy!" She ribbed. "Finally!"

"I am not. I simply- felt the need to be reacquainted with the floor." He swept away, leaving the room ringing with roaring in his disgruntled wake. I was literally kicking on the floor, tears running down my cheeks. "D'oh!" I gasped as we finally subsided.

"Priceless!" Lark agreed, wiping a tear away with a sniffle.

"Hey Lark? Did I ever tell you that Legolas is a hippie?" I asked. She stared, as did the rest of the room's occupants.

"What?" Mom asked with a blink. I stifled a grin.

"Hey, he was named 'Greenleaf'! Might as well have called him Treehugger and be done with it!" I waved a hand and broke into maniacal grinning. Lark was laughing again.

"I never understood elves. They must be so fragile." Lark said after calming down.

"What?" Ecthelion asked, offended. She smiled sweetly.

"Forgive me, Thel. All I'm saying is that they must be, if they can crack so easily."

"Like when!?" Maglor demanded.

I was stifling snickers. I knew what she was getting at- "because they go slaughtering each other over jewels and marine transport!" She answered. I burst into laughter. Marion was giggling.

"I hate giggling Maia and humans." Maedhros growled, in a snit.

"Aww, come on, Muindor, you know you don't mean that!" I said, laughing.

"Why do elves stay away from dwarves?" I asked.

"Because they are filthy-" Caranthir started.

"Language!" Lark cut in. "No, because they're afraid of catching a beard!" She high fived me as the elves groaned.

"This is all your fault. You aren't entertaining us, therefore we are gone off the deep end to get amused." I informed them.

"I'm going to Kili you." I growled at Lark as she tugged on my hair.

"Don't you mean kill?" She asked.

"No, I said Kili! And by that I mean that I will make fun of your name, Boggins!"

She stopped tugging on my hair. "No, don't!" She cowered.

"Dementia. They need to go to Valinor to heal." Fingon decided.

"You, my dear Fin, are a prime example of crazy. Who goes around with a bow and arrow, sword, around Angband, and sings?" Lark retorted. He had a stricken look on his face.

"Like, total bashing day?" I noted.

"Boredom." She answered, bored.

"If you were a Maia, who would you be under?" I asked Lark randomly, playing catch with Mairon and his ring.

"Irmo." She answered promptly. "Or Nessa."

"Me Nàmo." I said decisively.

"Why?" Glorfindel sounded startled. I smiled.

"Because despite what I may seem to be, I also love comforting people. I like to help heal souls." I answered softly. "Hugs and gentleness, healing of the mind and soul." I suddenly scowled.

"I'm much too sugar-deprived and close to the brink of sanity if I can form an answer that poetic. Mom, there are still Recees in the fridge, right?" I called, scooping Mairon up and moving into the kitchen.

I heard her and dad sigh while Lark laughed and the rest of the elves chuckled amusedly at me.

...

I sat up on my pallet, eyes wild and hair disheveled. "Lark, get up! We're leaving today!" I hissed, scrambling up to my closet.

"Wait, what do I wear?" I asked. She had brought an outfit from her own home yesterday.

She pointed. I took them out and went to take a shower. We had decided to wear clothes that were simple but suitable. I was wearing a grey shirt with silver and black vines to decorate it, the sleeves leaving my shoulders bare and level with the neck of the shirt. I also chose a pair of white legging to contrast with the shirt, which came up to my knees. I had chosen to leave my hair down.

Lark, on the other hand, was wearing a white and silver shirt that made her gold-flecked green eyes pop and golden-brown hair glow. The shirt was tight, white with silver designs on it in shapes of swirls, the sleeves basically non-existent for mobility. She chose black leggings to counter the bright shirt and tied the top-half of her hair up to the back.

The elves were back in their robes, as well as Mairon. We all gathered solemnly in the living room. Even Lark and I were rather subdued. Mom and Dad came in and we had breakfast.

"I wonder when we're leaving." Lark said drearily, looking up at the clock.

"Who knows?" I answered cryptically.

"Well, might as well say our 'see you laters' now." Dad said, dragging me into a hug. I closed my eyes and buried my head into his shirt, memorizing the smell of his deodorant. It was a musky smell that defined him. I fought tears as I moved to mom.

She cried as she hugged me, tears plinking onto my hair. I pulled back, tears shimmering in my eyes, and gave a teary laugh. "Don't cry! Next time I see you, mum, I'll be amazed at how much more beautiful you can be as an elf!" I choked.

She laughed at me as well. "I agree." Dad said seriously, eliciting laughs.

"One last song." I said softly. And so I sang 'If I Die Young' one last time. To my surprise, Maglor played along on his harp. Lark had her flute out and also played.

Mom was crying again when I finished. My face twisted.

"Was I that bad?" I asked piteously. Mom's tears changed to watery glares and choked laughs.

"Don't be ridiculous." Dad teased me, winking. "It was absolutely awful."

I glared, to the amusement of the others.

It was ten in the morning by the time that IT arrived.

Celine, Lark,

Take the elves and your guard dogs to the nearest park, and from there I Drago and Saphira will tell you what to do.

Mandos

P.S. See you soon!

I snorted at the last sentence. "Oh pah. I just can't wait to meet mr. You-are-all-doomed-take-that-you-Noldo-elves." I said sarcastically. Lark giggled.

"Yep. Here we go." She said.

Mom and dada gave me one last hug, and I closed my eyes and took a step towards the door. "Here we go!"

And we were off, on the adventure of a lifetime. And who can tell what will happen to us?