Feä Bond (Legolas x OC)

The deal

If you're interested to know what happened to Frances on this mission, you can find it on fanfiction, it's called All Hail to the King in the King Arthur section.

The tone rang twice before her cousin picked up.

"Hey, Cess. I'm back"

A relieved sigh greeted her on the line. Now that Cécile knew of her whereabouts, Frances always called before going, and right after getting back which was usually in a span of ten minutes. This, at least, settled her mind whenever she disappeared from earth's surface. In case she didn't make it, Cécile would relay some letters to her parents.

"So you didn't find him?"

Trust her cousin to go straight to the point. Frances swallowed, remembering the moment she had realised her mission did not take place in middle earth. She had been so engrossed in her rage, so rightfully despaired that she nearly threw herself from a cliff. She stayed for hours, prostrated under the falling snow, before voices shook her out of her catatonic state. Bracing herself, Frances had eventually shaken her snow coated elvish cloak, and joined the group of travelling knights. Only to loose one of them in the end. The image of Tristan, coated with blood as he smiled at her before uttering his last breath would haunt her for years.

"Nope. I landed in the north of England ... in all the exotic places of the world, I had to land in England in freaking winter!"

Frances' attempt at levity did not prevent her heart from churning painfully.

"Damn, you must have been freezing your ass. So... meet interesting people?"

Frances snorted. No doubt that Cécile would have a hard time believing it. Hell, she had a hard time as well, even if she landed right in the middle of the commotion, her eyes seeing, her hands touching the legend!

"Yeah. Quite. I think I met King Arthur, and Merlin, Lancelot, Gawain and all the knights of the round table."

A muffled cry came from the phone, a cry covering the absence she felt at not naming Tristan. Cécile was choking on her own saliva, caught in a coughing fit.

"No ... cough cough ... way! You're pulling ... cough... my leg, aren't you?"

If only.

"Er... No. And honestly, it was the least the Valar could do to make up for the disappointment... I really thought I was going to go nuts when I realised it wasn't middle earth."

"Damn it! Damn it to hell, cousin! You've actually met King Arthur and ... what was the time again? It's crazy, I wish I could have been there ‼!"

"Merlin as well. He's the hell of a magician."

And a former ascended being... but I can't tell you about it lest I breach the non disclosure agreement papers from the US government.

Cécile's excitement nearly tore her ear off, but her point was valid. How many historians, on earth, would have killed to be in her place? One archeologist, in particular...

Frances grit her teeth; she could not tell Daniel anything, he would know something was amiss since she could not quote her sources. Trust him to know every single historian that had worked on the subject, and the title of every publication written in the span of two hundred years. Frances sighed, it sucked to not be able to share it, especially about Merlin. It confirmed many of Daniel's theories. She'd have to find a way to encourage him on this path without selling herself.

What a mess. I can't talk about the stargate to Cécile, and can't talk about the Keeper of time to my best friend in Stargate Command.

"Go on ! Just tell me about it, and write all of it afterwards. I want to know everything..."