| ONTO PAGE 2 OF CHAPTER 3 |
| When he awoke he first noticed his hands. The hands that had been chained above and to the sides of his head were now lying limp on the floor. He moved his wrists a bit, a part of him fascinated at the fact that he could. He moved his eyes next and looked up above him into the beautiful blue sky dotted with white fluffy clouds�.A light breeze brought some clouds together and some clouds apart again, and also brought a voice to his ears. "Gandalf!" He instantly recognized that voice as belonging to Elrond when he was younger�. His ears must be playing tricks on him, maybe his head was confused from loss of blood. "Gandalf!" Elrond called again, impatience and amusement in his tone. "Are you going to lay around there in the grass all day and let the sun fry your stubborn head or are you going to come inside with me?!" Gandalf propped himself up to a sitting position and looked at a surprisingly young elf jogging over to him. His waist length black hair swayed gently side to side, covering an elegantly pointed ear. The young elf knelt down beside him, the slanted silver eyes laughing. "Really! I know you do not favor mothers cooking but will it kill you to at least nibble a muffin to be polite? He shook his head no, suddenly understanding where he was. He was in his childhood, back when he was no more than 20 and things were simple. By some twist of fate or stars he had been propelled here, but for how long? Elrond grasped his hands and pulled his up and forward, toward the small house where he had lived as a child. "Please come in�.for me?" The elf�s face pouted up in that adorable way it always used to and Gandalf suddenly flew up and wrapped his arms around Elronds neck. "Please don�t let this be a dream�" he whispered. "Gandalf�Why the sudden change in heart? I thought I�d meet more resistance from you when it came to mothers muffins.." "No�not the muffins� you.." Gandalf rambled desperately in his friends shoulder. "Gandalf�" Elrond pushed him back so he could look into his eyes. "Love�I�m here. I am not a dream. I promise�" The taller elf leaned down and pressed soft firm lips against his and he returned the kiss with a fever, diving his tongue in mercilessly and gripping the compact body tightly. If he let go his lover would disappear.. "Don�t leave me," he begged, "Don�t let me go back to him�" "To who?" Memories of Saruman and The War and The Ring and Frodo and the hardships of his old life beckoned to him, shouting responsibility. But what did he really owe them? He�d helped as well as he could, and what did he get in thanks? Whispers and rumors where ever he went, a reputation as a crib snatching wanderer, who did nothing but corrupt good little boys and girls? Well he�d had enough of it. All things must come to an end and who was he to fight an end this sweet? "No one." He said firmly. "Now what flavor muffins were they again?" |
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