Heart Like Yours

Chapter 17: dream

"Open your eyes my dear..." A female voice called out.

Elanor went to say something but couldn't. Her eyes felt heavy and tried so hard to open them.

"Open them..." The voice called out again.

"Am....I...." Elanor tried to manage out but couldn't finish.

"No, you are not dead." The female voice answered.

Elanor slowly opened her eyes. Bright light captured her eyes and she looked around as she slowly sat up. Looking around, she felt like she knew this place.

She found herself in a bedroom. The walls, bedcover, and pillows were all white. The flooring was made out of stone and was a silver gray. The furniture, bedframe, and windows were all silver or silver colored. There was a rug surrounding the bed that was white animal fur. Real or fake, she had no idea. Elanor looked at the bedframe and noticed the pillars on the fame were silver trees. It was almost elven like. Everything around her made her think elven. Something about this room seemed off though, like it wasn't real.

"Hello...?" She called out, wondering where the lady was that called to her. "Hello." The same voice from before came from the side of her.

"Where am I?" She asked the unknown elleth. "Do you not remember this place?" She asked a bit taken back. "No..." Elanor began to answer but a flash of memories appeared in her mind. They were memories of this place, a place she once called home very long ago. Elanor touched the silver bedframe with caution. Was it her though? Could it have been a pass life?

The elleth noticed the look on Elanor's face. "Do you now?" she asked. "Yes...this is my home. Or was..." Elanor looked around and seen the silver window. "I used to sit there...I would cry and wait. I remember...feeling lonely and sad." The elleth spoke up again, "What if I told you that you were the Queen?" Elanor turned to her and slowly shook her head. "No...well...yes but no." She answered truthfully, aware that she made no sense.

The elleth smiled and reached over and rang a tiny silver bell. The chiming of the bell sounded familiar and lovely. A knock from the door had Elanor turn to see who it was.

"Come in." Galadriel called out. A lady servant appeared from behind the door. "You rang, My Lady?" She asked. "Yes, please get Lady Aredhel a glass of water please." The elleth asked kindly. The servant nodded and bowed before she left the room.

"Aredhel...?" Elanor asked in confusion. "You were once called that long ago." Elanor shook her head. "Where am I? I thought I was with Thorin and his company..." Elanor said with a confused face. "You are." The elleth answered. "If you must call it something then, I guess you may call it a dream."

"A dream..." She trailed off. "What am I doing here?" Elanor sat on the edge of her bed, looking towards the elleth. The servant came back with a silver cup. She handed it to Elanor and Elanor took the silver cup and smiled at the lady. "Thank you." The servant looked puzzled at first but smiled nonetheless. "You are welcome, My Lady. Would you like anything else?" "No, thank you. You may take your leave." Elanor said softly and watched her servant leave the bedroom. She turned to the elleth with a confused look. "I spoke so differently...and like I knew what to say."

"You are a Queen, my daughter." The elleth sat in a silver chair that was beside a silver nightstand. "You are here because I brought you here. I knew you looked familiar from the moment I saw you." Elanor looked to the window and shook her head. "Why does that window call for me?"

"I'm going to tell you a story, a true story that involves you." She paused for a moment. "You must listen carefully. Do not take any of this as a joke."

"There is nothing to joke about." Elanor said and took a sip of the fresh water.

"Aredhel, as you now know, was your name. You once lived with your mother, father, and five sisters including yourself. They were called Celebrian, Elbereth, Idril and Morwen. Idril died when she was very young and Celebrian, who you got on better with, got attacked by a group of orcs not too long after your death; she survived but travelled to the Undying lands. Morwen who lived up to her name meaning 'dark maiden' travelled to work with the enemy, Elbereth and Idril travelled their to stop her but were betrayed by their sister and slain by a pack of orcs." The elleth started delicately wiping her eyes.

"You're our only surviving daughter in Middle Earth."

"But back to you. You fell in love very quickly with the Prince of Mirkwood, Thranduil. You snuck out a lot but I never minded. You were very good at fighting and your son has grown up to be just like you and looks just like Thranduil.... However one day, out of patrol you were taken captive by a pack of orcs and were tortured to death in Gundabad."

"Thranduil..." Elanor mumbled, the King she met. He was right?

Elanor closed her eyes and felt like she was living the story. All these memories slowly came back to her. The first time they fought together, to when she gave birth to their son, to her untimely death. She even let a single tear escape her now pale eyelids.

Elanor opened her eyes and saw the elleth staring at her.

"You remember?" The elleth asked. Elanor nodded. "I remember...everything. We fell in love so fast. I gave him my soul, my heart, and my body. I wished for nothing else but to be married to him." The elleth interrupted, "And you were. For nearly a thousand years."

"But I died.." Elanor whispered. "You did...but you were reborn years and years later into a beautiful young girl named Elanor." The elleth sighed, "And she is also following in the same footsteps, falling in love with a prince...who will possibly die in this war." Elanor turned to the elleth. "How do you know???" She questioned, she hadn't even told herself that she was starting to love Kili. Then she stopped. "He's going to die...that's why you are telling me this."

The elleth nodded. "I'm your mother, I saw your relationship with Thranduil.. I saw the light in your eyes whenever you looked at him. You must return to him. Ask to see Lord Elrond. I will be there."

"Will I ever see you again?" She asked and frowned.

"Possibly." Her mother smiled and kissed her temple. "Now...wake up." Her whispering voice echoed as Elanor started to leave the dream.