Title & Chapter Number: Border Crosser 11/?
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: Moviecostumes.com
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of J R R Tolkien, the Tolkien Estate and Tolkien Enterprises. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: Graphic het sex, violence, angst, character death. I am not responsible for any injuries that might occur while jumping from various old trees.
Betas: Zee, Lenara, SoErl.
Cast: OCF, Haldir, Galadriel, Celeborn... well, and almost anyone else you could imagine when thinking about `Lord of the Rings'.
Timeline: AU
Spoilers: None
Summary: If there was a passage to Middle Earth from our world, what would you expect to find? or: Tolkien invented Middle Earth - didn't he?
Notes: My OFC(s) are mine; the Elves that Tolkien invented (he did, didn't he?) are not mine (what a pity!). A special "thank you" to the Kronos Quartet / Clint Mansell / Fatboy Robert s for the "Requiem Overture", giving me (and brought me through) several dar k nights when writing this. Thanks to Xavier Naidoo and Rufus Wainwright for their music that inspired me. Thanks to the Goddess for letting me find peace and inspiration. And thanks to my ever-curious and inspiring beta readers, pushing me forward on each chapter.
Dedication: This one is for the two only real Elves on earth; To the Silver One: You will always have a special place in my heart and memories; to the Golden One: You are a legend, a saint and the only true heir of Gil-Galad I know. Let's burn them down! :-)
* SPECIAL WARNING: There are real people avatars innocently depicted in this fic. They belong solely to themselves, no harm became of them and no offence is intended. It is just my way to pay the tribute to these real people, for without them, we would not have words and images of the wonderful Elves in our heads. This is posted with the List Mum's approval.
Chapter 11 - Conversations by the River
It seemed to be minutes later when Uruviel woke me by shaking my shoulder.
"Are you feeling better, Dana?" she asked. I didn't open my eyes.
"Why do you wake me up, in the middle of the night?"
Uruviel laughed. "Middle of the night? Was your headache that bad? It is almost noon!"
I opened my eyes and raised my head to find the sun taking a friendly look at my face, which brought me to hiding my head below the pillow. "Turn that off!" I grumbled, just to hear her laughing.
After collecting myself, I managed to turn around and watch her. She was busy picking up the fabric from the floor, and smiled all the time.
"What is your friendly face about?" I asked.
Her smile turned into a grin. "I heard you had a headache last night, and that our March Warden brought you to your room, and as I expected, he was gone to his woods when I came here. But I did not imagine to find your 'dress' on the floor, nor did I think that our Warden would ever 'forget' this here."
She picked up a silvery little thing from the pillow next to me. The clasp. He had left his clasp with me, obviously to remind me of him.
I grabbed the clasp from her hand, blushed and decided to pull the pillow over my face, just to hear her laughing again. She pulled the pillow away, and I found her sitting by the bedside, looking at me smiling but serious.
"Listen, Dana, it is not my business to know or judge over what our March Warden does, nor what you are doing. If you both have encountered that you like each other, any problems that might and surely will occur from what you are doing would be and are none of my problems.
I am just laughing because our Warden is usually a very tidy and collected person, but I saw him from my room when he left yours this morning, and he was in a condition as if he had been forced running to Rivendell and back within a single day.
Finding this room in the state it had when I entered it made me draw more conclusions, and your blushing was the last I needed to know what happened here last night."
I looked at her, grinning sheepishly. "You don't think that it was wrong?"
She frowned and gave me a serious look. "Bindings are eternal to us, and I would not be too happy if the Galadhrim would loose the March Warden."
I stared at the coverlet. "Please, you will keep it secret until we tell the Lady, Uruviel, will you promise?"
"I will," she replied, "after all I should congratulate you, Haldir was never easy on things like this; but I guess you will know that since last night."
I frowned and wondered about her words for a moment, then knew that she probably exactly knew what happens during bindings, and when I felt my head turning dark red, I decided that my own pillow would make a good covering for my face again, just to hear her laughing once more.
"Uhm, Uruviel, if he was, well, never easy on things like this, as you say, maybe you have any idea why he did it at all? Because I don't."
A delicate brow was raised. "The question should be: Why did you do it, Border Crosser?"
"I? Uhm, oh, that's human nature, I guess. Who could resist anyone like him? Who would not desire him?"
She smiled. "As you say, this is human. This is something that we Elves do not feel. We do not have this kind of passion. We can only feel it, if one of you binds to one of us. Some of my kin long for this kind of emotion. Maybe Haldir is one of them."
I got up from the bed. "Maybe you're right, but I still don't understand it. I will have to talk to him, as soon as I have thought this over. Will you help me lacing the corset?"
During the breakfast, I discovered something else: He was in my head. I felt him there, as if my brain had split in two, one half was my own thinking, but the other, smaller half was him. I felt his feelings, and I felt that he was happy at that moment, and this made me happy as well.
I smiled all the time, and must have looked interesting to the other Elves, when I walked through the town with my brightest smile to search for Peter in order to continue the conversation about the Border Crossers.
I found him together with Lord Celeborn by a small river. They were sitting on a rock, their naked feet bathing in the water. I smiled at that view and wished I had my camera with me.
Taking my place aside the two, I enjoyed the warm sun and the cold water around my feet. The birds were singing in the trees, the sound of the flowing water was calming, so I closed my eyes and just relaxed. The smile on my face did last; as I still felt Haldir in the part of my head that would never be totally my own again. Even if I could not read his thoughts, I still felt his mood inside of me.
Peters words woke me from my daydream. "Dana, are you feeling better today?"
I nodded.
"You should not push too much in training your mental submissions." Lord Celeborn added. "This headache was a just warning, Dana. Even if it was painful, you got over it; but if you would have continued to do what you did, it would possibly have become serious. The human brain is not made for such things."
He looked at me, and I knew that his eye would be caught by the silvery leaf that I had pinned to the collar of my dress. Silly me, I thought, why did I have to put it in a place where anyone could see it?
"But you look much better today. Wonderful clasp, by the way." He smiled and took a look over the river.
I felt my face blushing slightly; but tried to keep my serious face. "Oh, the clasp. Yes, Haldir must have forgotten to-"
I got interrupted by Celeborns dark, amused laughter that seemed to lighten up the place.
"Forgotten? My March Warden is 'forgetting' a part of his uniform? I think I will have to talk to him." He looked at me, frowning, then shook his head and continued to move his feet through the water. "I do not seriously think that Haldir has 'forgotten' this clasp, Dana. If he has left it with you, it was certainly his intention to do so. He is always very tidy and thoroughly in everything he does, and believe me, I have been knowing him for some ages now."
Thank you for reminding me how old he is, I thought, which brought me to a different idea. I have just spent the night with a four thousand years old creature. Trying to remember anything in our world that would be as old as him, I came to the conclusion that I had given my heart to an Egyptian mummy, and had to laugh out loud at that thought.
"Is it so funny that he left the clasp?" Celeborn asked, frowning, and I was lead back to the discussion.
"Forgive me, Lord Celeborn, I was just thinking about something else. The laughter was not about the clasp."
Damned clasp. I had to lead his thoughts and this conversation in a different direction...
"Peter," I addressed the director, "do you have any laboratory at hand that could investigate on the thoughts that we had yesterday?" "Yes," he replied, "it is in London, and Mr. Myers is the director there, he will analyze anything you will give to him if you tell him that I have sent you. He will not print any results for you, though, you must bring the results in your head. If you would loose any of the prints, this could cause a problem if they were found by someone knowing what is on these papers."
He handed me a card with the address of the laboratory. "If you go back, take this with you."
"Thank you, I will."
Suddenly his face turned to a bright smile. "Now I finally know what the bill from that laboratory some years ago was all about!"
I grinned. It was not easy to always remember that we came from the same world, but from different times.
"When are you planning to cross the border?" Lord Celeborn asked. "I would like to go this evening, if you don't mind." I replied. "I would like to bring my friend here before the Fellowship arrives." Peter smiled a broad smile. "Yes, the Fellowship... I am looking so much forward to see them again, a last time.."
I frowned. "See them *again*? Have you met them before?"
"Yes." Lord Celeborn replied, "Peter was there when they held the council."
"In Rivendell? Is that not a little far from here to go there and come back within a fortnight? Lady Galadriel said that there is no way to..."
"Dana," Peter interrupted, "there are possibilities to move fast, even in Middle Earth."
"But just for Border Crossers." Lord Celeborn added, "We do not have the ability to use these transport possibilities; and my wife often likes to `forget' about them in a way that she refuses to accept they are even there."
I stared at them. "And what could you possibly mean with that?"
"If the time has come, you will see, Dana."
I must have made a funny face, with all these question marks that sprang from my eyes.
"Just wait - you will see!" stated Peter. I knew that I had to be satisfied with that answer, but still had a strange kind of feeling. How could the director know that I would definitely find out about those strange travelling possibilities?
The Elflord got up on his feet. "I will quickly fetch a vessel that you can easily carry with you." he said, and went away.
"It is a strange feeling, isn't it?" asked Peter.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, to jump off a tree and to land in Middle Earth," he added.
I sighed silently. "Oh yes, it is. I was unconscious for two days from the shock, you know?"
"Well," he laughed, "I almost had a heart attack."
We both laughed.
"How did you get on that tree?"
"It happened some years ago. At that moment," he reported, "I was searching for locations for the movie that I was already planning. I thought that it would be nice to at least for the Shire and Fangorn forest to have them shot in England - but when I found out about the secret, I knew I had to move as far away from England as I could. By the way - did you see the wood carving on the tree?"
I remembered the letters JRRT on the branch that I had seen just at the moment I fell. "Yes, I have seen that."
"That was him, for sure."
We remained silent for a moment.
"What do you think is he like?" I asked Peter.
"I have no idea."
"I heard he is still quite young" I added.
"Never mind, I will adore him anyway."
I laughed. "Me too, I guess!"
Lord Celeborn returned, picked a blue phial from his pocket and handed it over to me. "This was a gift from Lord Elrond," Celeborn said. "I only give it to you as it is the only phial I have that can be closed air tight and also be transported without problems; I ask you to bring it back safe, as I love that gift by my heart."
The blue phial was carefully etched with wonderful designs. I took some earth from the floor, dropped it into the phial, then added water from the river and closed it.
"Besides that, my wife also loves this one as a decoration, and she would probably kill me when it would get lost." We laughed together, and I slipped the phial carefully into my pouch. "I will bring it back safe, Lord Celeborn, thank you for trusting me."
A Galadhrim showed up on the other side of the river and bowed when he saw Lord Celeborn, then looked at me. I looked at him, then turned to the Lord and Peter. "I am afraid I have to go now, I have an appointment with the March Warden; he agreed to show the woods to me." I could not help blushing a little from the discussion that I had with the Elflord before.
Lord Celeborn smiled. "Then you should go, Dana." he said. "I wish you will find some joy in studying the beauty of our woods."
I could not resist the thought that it sounded to me as if he would have loved to replace the word "woods" in his sentence with the title of one of his Galadhrim warriors.
Instead of answering, I bowed, then went over to the bridge that would get me to the other side.
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