Secrets Between Worlds

I know, I'm horribly neglectful about writing. And before you get all offended, anything you've seen before is copyrighted and I'm pulling the rest out of my ass, so don't get all cranky.

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The air was heavy in the Elrond's private library in Imladris. All around the room, life went on, elves went about their business, plants grew in the warmth of the sun. But inside the small chamber, the cities' lord, his nervous fosterling and a very frighteyounyoung woman sat in pensive silence. Elrond thought back to the last time he'd had to make this speech, to his fosterling, Thalin, who stood timidly behind the young woman's chair. He could only hope that the girl had a bit more rationality to what he had to say than the boy had. His library was only recently recovered from the violent distruction.

Elrond took a deep breath, trying to think where to begin. He had taken to the young woman before him, Lena. Nibinaldawen was the elvish name she'd taken, that voluntary action gave him hope. "As it sometimes is, I feel the beginning is where the telling of this story must start." Elrond began softly.
"Because of the immortality of elves, elvish mothers, unlike mortal mothers, do not die in child birth. It is possible though, sometimes, for an elven mother to loose her baby before the time of birth has arrived. I've been told there any many arguts its in your world about the souls of unborn children, likewise there always have been here. This miscarriage is usually far enough between that most do not know that it can happen at all. Some might suggest to you that an unborn elfling's soul is born into another body, or that it goes to the Hall of Mandos with the souls of the dead. I myself have only found an answer to this question within the last few years."

Elrond paused, eyes on Thalin's white knuckles whichppedpped the back of Lena's chair. Those last few years marked the time when Thalin's appearance had enlighted him. The certainty with which he spoke to Lena had been possibility and doubt and the young man had been hurt greatly in the quest for answers that Elrond could not provide him. He felt himself partly to blame that the boy had chosen to continue living in his modern world, instead of accepting the home in Rivendell that had been offered to him.

"The sowhicwhich are lost, are born into a alternate world, yours. And most of these elflings are raised human and as ackwardly as they accept that, they do accept that. They never search for another possibility, because there is no other possibility known in your world. No one is either world new about the existance of the other world. The man you many have heard refering to as Gandalf, came to need a script that had been lost for ages. Somehow the book had managed to go to your world and in tin the posession of a young boy. The unexpected effect was that this boy recognized the wizard. Suddenly thoughts he had never dared to dream, become dreams and those dreams brought him here."
He sought Lena's eyes for acceptance of what he was telling her, that she understood where she and Thalin were beginning to fall into this story.
"It has been twelve years since the night that Thalin appeared, a small trembling child walking into my chambers. No mortal in middle earth has the elven blood he carries, but no elf carries the mortal facade. He chose however, to not leave your world, he told me, in language far beyond his eight years that he knew there were others. No one wants to be alone, so he looked. And three years ago, he spoke to me of you. That he thought you might be an elfling like him, and that maybe you could return with him."

"We see now the results of his attempt." Elrond finished, uneasily. Lena had sat, listening intently but unresponsive through his tale. He was unsure of whether to be worried or relieved. Travis came from behind her chair, kneeling beside her, taking her hands in his. "You must think on this and make a decision on what you will do about it." His statement seemed to break her stoic mood. "What I must do about it?" She asked tentatively,ing ing her hands from Travis' grasp.
Travis stood when his comfort was denied. "I imagine my lord will offer you a place in his household, as he offered me." Looking to Elrond, he saw him give Lena an affirming nod. "It is your choice to accept that. Should you not, you may come and go as I do if you wish. Or you may go back to live with Stephanie and I, and stay there. You must make this choice on your own."

Elrond rose, placing his hand of Travis' shoulder. "I am proud to call him my son, as I would be proud to call you my daughter. But I do not think I shall get that chance. There is something that you must be told before you make your decision. It seems that you have had a profound effect on the gentlemen in this household since your arrival. Aragorn is happy and Legolas does not display the homesickness he is sometimes prone to. My sons have been behaved for once in their lives and the marchwarden's health seems to be greatly improved by the presence of a woman at his side."
So Elrond wanted her to stay, that's what all of this was about. Or perhaps he knew more about her relationship with Aragorn and Legolas than he let on. She suddenly felt that she was on thin ice, if he thought she was a threat to his daughter. But then she remembered part of the stories, Elrond didn't want his daughter to marry Aragorn. Perhaps then he wanted her to stay and distract Aragorn from Arwen, it seemed she had been doing that already hadn't she? And what of Stephanie, she couldn't just disappear on her friend.

"There is an importance to this Nibinaldawen." Elrond stated, snapping her from her thoughts. She suddenly felt like when her mother had used her full name, in trouble. "Prince Legolas has asked, if you would accept me as your father, if I might bestow permission for him to take your hand."