Memories: Organized Chaos

Chapter 6

A/N: Thank you to all of you who are still reading this fic, it makes me so happy that you like it! This part of the story is nearing its close, so get ready! Many thanks to my amazing beta. Oh, and I do not own any of the characters except Emma, Durin the dog, Fingon the fish, and Thranduil the parrot. Y'all are great! Thanks to all who have voted, commented and added this to your library. It helps to motivate me!

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Emma sat on her bed contemplating just what she had done. It had been three weeks since she had unceremoniously evicted the Finweons. "What was I thinking?"

Flopping back onto the bed, she picked up a pillow, held it over her face, and screamed. Tossing the pillow to the side, she sat up and pulled her hair. "They're not real, they're not real," she mumbled to herself in an attempt to assuage the fear that was of course not, absolutely, not at all coursing through her.

Emma looked in the mirror, green eyes staring accusatorily back at her.You are a ridiculous. Grabbing her dark hair, she quickly pulled it into a ponytail. Glancing at her watch, Emma noted that it was time to pick up the twins from school. Grabbing her purse, keys and phone she walked down the stairs and took her jacket off the hook. Looking at the front door, she saw Durin had not moved; the dachshund had grown rather attached to the youngest son of Finwe, and so refused to leave his post.

In a huff, Emma stormed over to the dog. "I am sick of this," she said to the small animal. "You're coming with me." What she would never admit is that in a small way it broke her heart to see her boys and animals like this. Granted, Zane was not too upset, but Ian seemed to be more and more lethargic. He had awful nightmares that would leave him terrified. Zane -in an attempt to get better sleep had taken Emma's room, and she, in turn, had instead devoted her time comforting her elder son.

Sitting in the Audi, she placed the key into the ignition and started the engine.

As she backed out of the garage, she thought more about how three ellyn had forever changed their lives. Even she was beginning to have nightmares. Nightmares of an endless cave. Searching, searching for someone or something. Whenever she believed herself to be close, a man with dark hair would always appear; she never saw his face, but she heard his voice.

Slamming on the brakes, Emma noticed that she was at the school. Moments such as this were happening too often; she would do things without knowing what she was doing. Looking out the window, Emma saw the twins approaching. She opened the window and waved. "Come on boys; we have some errands to run."

Zane looked up to see his mother smiling at them. Errands were a good thing; they usually meant a trip to Wendy's for a chocolate Frosty. Running to the car, Zane exclaimed, "I call shotgun!" Jumping into the front seat, he saw Ian quietly enter the back seat and place his headphones in his ears. Frowning Zane turned to his mother. "Mom, he didn't come out for recess today."

Looking at her youngest son next to her, Emma pursed her lips before an idea came to her. "How about we go to the Apple Market, after that we can go to Wendy's for a treat. What do you think?" Turning to look at Ian she saw that he was still looking out the window, eyes glazed over as if he were sleeping. "Alright then, Zane let's just go to Wendy's. We can run our errands later."

Letting out a whoop of joy, Zane fist-pumped the air. "Yes! Can I get large?" he asked, gray eyes shining with hope.

"Why not? You can even have your very own order of fries!" Emma announced in hopes that she would solicit a reaction from Ian. Nope, no such luck. She sighed as she pulled into the nearest Wendy's. Turning off the engine, she signaled to get out of the car. "Let's go, come on boys!"

Zane slowed his pace as he watched his twin walk into the fast-food joint. "He won't stop talking about the Finweons," he said to his mother. "I think they bewitched him..." Taking her hand, he smiled at her. "Nevermind. Let's have fun!" Surprised at his sudden change of mood, Emma was about to remark on his comment when he tugged her and raced in pursuit of the Frosties.

After walking out of the grocery store, Emma loaded the groceries in the car as the twins buckled up, still finishing their Frosties. Placing the cart in the holder, she fumbled with her keys feeling distracted.

"Is everyone buckled?" She looked back to see Ian buckled up, and staring down at his feet. "Ian, I need you to look up. Can you do that, buddy?" she said, concerned as she looked at her son.

"Mom, you need to let him be. You're not going to get a reaction out of him," Zane chided his mother. "Let's go home; I have lots of homework." Taking a big bite out of his melting Frosty, he smiled a chocolatey smile. "Onward!" he announced, raising his spoon as if it were a saber.

Laughing at her son's antics, she was grateful for his attempt to distract her from Ian's attitude. Shifting the car to reverse, she backed out. "Zane put the phone down," she said, taking her cell out of her son's hands. Hearing a loud thump followed by a yelp, and someone hitting the back of the car, she slammed on the brakes. "Shit, sorry! Stay in the car," she said as she opened the door and ran around to see who or what she had hit.

Eyes widening, she saw three men one of whom had long, dark hair and was groaning on the ground. "You!" she exclaimed. She had hit Fëanor with her car; kneeling down she checked him for injuries. "Why did you have to walk behind my car? You broke your leg."

"You did not have to hit me with your vehicle," he said, clearly surprised to see that Emma had been the miscreant who had crashed into him. "I am fine," he said. Standing up, however, he held his hand to his forehead. "Maybe not."

In an attempt to keep. Feanor upright Emma placed his arm over her shoulders "Where have you been staying?" she said asked Finarfin as the Finweons wellbeing suddenly entered her mind.

"Why is that any of your business?" Fëanor grumbled before cursing violently in Quenya.

Ignoring his grumbling she turned to the calmer of the brothers for an explanation. "We were looking for jobs," Finarfin supplied. "Well, until you hit him with your car."

"Would you mind, if you allowed us to come to your residence so that we could make sure that Fëanor does no further harm to himself?" Fingolfin said, taking his grumbling older brother from Emma.

"Yes, er, I mean no. You can come." Motioning for them to follow, she opened the car door. After telling Ian to climb in the back seat, she turned to the three elves. "Get in."

Holding the door open, she tapped her foot as Fingolfin lifted a grumbling Fëanor into the car, where Finarfin placed him carefully onto the seat, making sure his leg suffered no further duress. Turning to Emma, Fingolfin nodded. "Thank you." Closing the door behind them, she took a deep breath. "Give me strength."

Watching them drive away, the tall gray-eyed man noted the appearance of the elves with her. "The choice must be made; time is up." Pulling his hood over his head, he frowned. "This story is ending."