The immaculate ship

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Today is a special day for me. This is the day I met my ex, who, in retrospect, is the man I wrote this story for. So I think it's high time Frances returned to Legolas, right ?

Frances turned around in her bed, or was it damp grass? After tossing back and forth most of the night, she couldn't make sense of the contradictory signals. One minute she was in bed, safely stuffed under the covers of her bedroom, the next she felt like fresh air was blowing on her face, tangling her messy strands of hair. However, something in the back of her mind told her everything she needed to know. It was the weirdest ideas of all. Yet, she remembered this odd dream, and the strange sensation to stare into her own eyes.

As the young woman blinked awake, sunshine streaming down her face, the solution popped up in her sleepy brain.

"We are two...", she murmured, opening her eyes to the world.

And then the bed and sheets disappeared, and Frances plainly woke up. Rubbing her eyes, she sat up in the grass and kept them shut. She was afraid that the sheer realisation that seemed so logical in her mind one instant earlier ran away with the intake of new information. Why could it seem so normal to think that there were two of her? Now that she was awake it didn't make sense, but in her dream it seemed perfectly consistent.

I am a clone.

Repeating the sentence again and again so as not to forget it, Frances finally opened her eyes and took up her surroundings. Beside her sat her travelling bag, filled to the brim, but she had no remembrance of packing anything. Someone else had given her that bag, and wished her farewell, someone looking suspiciously like ... herself!

The waves of logical thinking started to creep inside her mind when she took notice of the smells that surrounded her. The gentle breeze called to her, heavy with the very unique scent of iodine. And then she heard the waves crashing on the nearby shore. She was sitting over a grassy hill, the greenish slope covered here and there with bushes, a few trees and some shiny flowers. In the background spread the endless sea, bright blue in the morning light, a few waves creating scattered foamy ridges. A graceful white ship sailed close to the coast, going swiftly over the deep blue waters.

Eyes wide open, the young woman realised that nowhere on earth existed a ship of this crafting style. The twisted lines, the graceful bow, the bright sails ... this was an elvish ship, and there was no doubt about it!

Her heart leapt into her chest, her throat constricting. She had made it! At last, she was back! Overjoyed, Frances jumped on her feet and took off in the direction of the cliff, her nightgown flowing. Her legs pumped as they ran to the ridge, her brain eventually processing the situation; the dream started to make sense.

They were indeed two of them, and she was a clone of Frances sent back by herself. Deep down she knew who stood within the white sails, it could have been only him. Frances continued running at full speed to the shore, barely missing from tumbling down in her haste. The ship was not too far from the coast, he must have left mere hours ago! As she descended the slope, her eyes noticed two familiar silhouettes.

A tall man and a stout dwarf watched the sea, side by side on the edge of the cliff. The man's right hand rested on the dwarf's shoulder, and his posture betrayed him. There stood Aragorn, King of men, witness to his friend's departure to the undying lands. Even in grief the ranger had always shown kingly manners, and today was no exception. Still running down at a dreadful speed, Frances cried out for them.

"Hey!"

Surprised, the man and his companion turned around. Gimli's eyes grew wide with astonishment, and Aragorn stumbled in shock. There was only one woman that could actually sprint like a hell goddess in such a treacherous land, and it seemed like the Valar had given her back to them.

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