This is my rendition of Galla Placidia. It is also a high fantasy, historical story, and has elements of time travel. This is a drafting edit, and will be updated erratically and in random order, and will be completely overhauled from front to back, probably several times.
If you've made it this far, thanks. And as a gift, here's the good part.
There are two worlds aligned in this tale, one ours, and one not, but both as real and tangible as the other, to those who live in them.
Our world is the same, the beautiful Earth that we have trodden, worked, lived and loved upon for millennia.
The second world exists just beyond this. And the people on it have lived, worked and loved it much the same as we. But the occupants of the second world aren't human. They're ethereal, tall, and heart-wrenchingly beautiful. They're the People of Eternal Life.
The Elves.
Long, long, ago, when the earth we know was just forming, beginning to stretch, to solidify into strength, the two worlds did not walk separate paths, kept from touching by the thin veil that keeps them from colliding together again, and elf and human worked and loved in unison.
But the elven people were hardier, strong, and eternal. They loved, and those who chose to live with the frail by comparison humans could not bear the loss when their loves would die.
So during this time of the earth stretching, forming, and elf fell in love with a man.
She was powerful, and controlled as many of the elves did, the ability to walk time, as well as the elements, earth, air, fire, water, an health But this emakuneen was also capable of another. She could use them simultaneously. And she made her love immortal.
So many of the elves learned to walk time with their loves, and brought them to her. And so it was that any elf who fell in love with human came with their mortal to be made eternal, for they thought there was no consequence of it.
The Elves are rarely wrong.
But when they are, the worlds parallel must suffer.
When dreams stop being dreams, things get confusing.
Anna is back - back in a place she once thought was just a product of her imagination. The silvery locks, bluish-grey eyes, and the pointed ears prove that much. Her dreams were memories. The same memories that led up to her death... well, her first death, before she slipped through a crack in the Halls of Mandos.
Ash, blood, and fire haunt her, the sounds of a dying, burning city echoing in her head whenever she tries to rest. Coming back from death is never easy. Death leaves scars on one's very soul, but who better to heal those wounds than the company of her kin? There's only one problem. Returning to her kin in Arda means facing the elf she sacrificed her life for. The one whose heart she broke all those years ago. But she doesn't have an option to stay away.
Every day the call of the sea grows stronger for him, and it's not his time just yet. He is their emissary, and it's time they finally gave something back. Even if that something happens to be the love he's convinced he lost years ago.
SEQUEL TO 'REMEMBER'
PAIRINGS: Glorfindel/OC
Crossposted on AO3 and ff.net, the link to my profile for AO3 is in my bio, and my username is the same anyway.
I do not own the image on the cover and it has been used entirely for non-profit, but if the owner wishes for me to take it down, then please inform me. I also don't own Lord of the Rings - this is called a fanfiction for a reason.