Feä Bond (Legolas x OC)

Reveal

"He cannot live in your world, child, as he is a magical being. Only Arda can sustain the form of the eldar. But fear not for his Feä, for we will take good care of him."

When Frances awoke, she gasped in anguish. Limbs shaking, she curled into a ball and exhaled to calm her racing heart.

Just a dream... it was just a dream. Once she was sure that Legolas had not died in her arms, Frances pondered her options. It had seemed so real, the feel of Legolas' lips on hers, his convulsions as he frantically tried to breathe, his limp form resting in her arms for eternity. She would never forget it, how could she?

And those eyes ... those eyes told her this wasn't an ordinary dream, but a warning; the elf could not live in her world. The forests here had been devastated, nature trampled upon, and pollution of the modern life was everywhere. Even for the love of her, Legolas would go nuts and lost his will to live in such a decayed world. In Arda, there was some hope to renew, rebuild and cure the land.

On Earth, there was no hope left. It was too late. But somewhere in the back of her mind, Frances had always hoped that they could find a haven, a safe place where the forest still lushed. But now, she knew that it was not to be. And once more came the impossible choice. Earth or Arda? Could she abandon all those people? And the missions that the Valar bestowed upon her when they had chosen the Keeper of Time? Would they allow it? For as much as she hated being back on Earth, she was not ready to renounce to all of it.

Her family, her friends, her purpose in life laid there. Her parents would be devastated, and so would her brothers. Who would then go skiing with them, or play tennis with them two nutcases? How could she continue being the Keeper of Time, and complete her missions if she married Legolas? How could such a future be possible? And if the Valar had wanted it, why was she stuck here still?

Her brain was in overload. Already, Cécile was preparing breakfast in their small living room and Frances decided to speak of her worries. The smell of hot chocolate drafted through the door, and she smiled; lembas was but a memory now. Little by little, the weight she had lost was settling upon her bones. As they ate, she decided to speak to her confidant.

"I had a horrible dream. I'm sure it was a warning."

"A warning?"

It was a simple question, said with a nonchalant air. Cécile knew better than to pry in the can of worms that had become her cousin's mind.

"Yes... I've seen those eyes somewhere, I just can't remember where!"

"I'm listening."

Her cousin's dark eyes were serious. Worried. Frances sighed. Someday, she would have to repay Cécile for all the attention she gave her. For this unconditional support she so desperately needed, and that her cousin granted her without a second thought. And for all the time her temper rose and she lashed out without meaning it. So, she recounted the events that had happened in her mind, and in doing so, let her grief out without hiding. Tears fell, but then, as she thought she was going to break down in a puddle of despair, Frances suddenly stood.

"Gandalf! It was Gandalf that I saw!"

Cécile frowned.

"What? The wizard?

"Aye"

Cécile started; Frances' speech had still not reverted to normal. Sometimes, she wondered if it wasn't on purpose, a way for her to keep a link with Arda. It took some getting used to. The notion of the wizard though, puzzled her and Cécile voiced her doubts.

"But I thought he was an old man!"

Frances nodded, amazed at the sheer amount of information her cousin was able to absorb in such a short time.