Remember

Saying Farewell

Disclaimer: I do not own green eggs and ham, I do not own them Sam I Am. I do not own Lord of the Rings, I do not own a bird that sings. I do not own green eggs and ham. I do not own them Sam I Am! (I'm getting desperate for new ways to say it!)

Authors note: Possible Kleenex alert DAP. Have them near by please! REVIEW!

The next day came to quickly. Rebecca rose before the Sun, got dressed into the clothes she came to Middle-earth in, and went to look for Elrohir. She found him just about to knock on her door.

"Come," he said.

She grabbed her journal from it's hiding place, shoved it into the waist of her pants and followed. Things always seem strange and mysterious in the grey before dawn, today was no exception. She followed him out of the house and to the garden where she fell out of the tree.

"You are to leave soon," Elrohir said. "I do not know just when, but very soon." he paused a moment. "I have something for you." He pulled out a ring. "Rebecca, no matter what your life brings, promise me you shall wear this ring and remember me." The ring was mithriel strands woven together with a diamond in the center that glowed.

"Of course Elrohir!" she said. She gave him a long kiss. He wrapped his arms around her. Suddenly she pulled her head back. "Elrohir, promise me...promise me if you find someone else that makes you as happy or happier than I made you that you will marry her," Rebecca forced out through the sobs that threatened to take her. "I would not have you live all your long years with a truer love waiting to marry you, but you refuse on account of me. Please promise me this!" This was the hardest thing she had ever said in her life. In her heart she wanted him happy, even if that meant that he had to reject her.

Elrohir looked at her, confused, almost hurt. "Why Mirë nin?" he caressed her face.

"Because I want you happy Elro. I love you too much to bear the thought of you living through all the ages alone when you could be happy. Please! Just promise me this!"

"Only if you promise the same. I do not want your short years spent denying yourself a truer love on account of me," Elrohir said in reply. He was of the same heart she was.

"I promise."

"I promise," he said.

"Elro, sweet Elrohir, I shall wear this ring always. I shall not find a truer love than yours. I know I shall not!"

"I know the same," Elrohir said.

Rebecca burst into tears, realizing herself that the time was drawing nigh. "I wish I had something to give you!"

"You have given me something already, your heart. It is enough for me. And should you worry about your ring tarnishing, rest assured it shall not. It is mithriel."

Not knowing what to say, she simply kissed Elrohir and hugged him as tight as she could.

"I love you Mirë!" Elrohir said before he kissed her. A few tears welling up in his grey eyes. He blinked them back. He couldn't let her see him cry. Not today.

"I love you too," she replied. She suddenly laughed a little.

"What is so funny?"

"I just remembered this poem from my world. I have always loved it, and now I think I know why."

"What is it?"

"It is called Remember." she quoted it to him, tears falling down her face, words being forced out.

"I shall," Elrohir said when she had finished. "I shall remember you."

"Elro, sweet Elro! I do not want to leave!" Rebecca said, tears streaming down her cheeks. This parting was hard, very, very hard. "My heart is heavy at the thought of going through all of my days with out you!"

Elrohir hugged her, kissed her softly and said, "But remember, we shall meet beyond death. That is where our hope lies. Keep this in mind also Mirë, I am with you when you remember me. In the place where your dreams and hopes meet, I am there. I shall always be in your memory. I shall ever be watching over you. Always Mirë nin. Do not lose sight of that."

She nodded, unable to speak. "Be careful with the Grey Company. Okay?"she said at length. Suddenly a smile graced her tear stained face. "Please give Arwen and Elladan a last hug and kiss good bye for me please."

"Certainly Mirë nin. Mel nin," Elrohir said.

A chilly wind blew, causing Rebecca to shiver. Elrohir smiled and wrapped her in his cloak with him. It was so warm in his cloak. Rebecca was grateful for the gesture.

They stood for a few minutes in a tight embrace, not speaking, just hugging. Her head upon his shoulder one more time, his arms around her one more time. He could feel her tears through his clothes. Had he been right at the first? Was this now harder because they had shared their feelings for each other? Or had she been right? He came to a decision.

"You were right Mirë. It was better that we shared our love. I cannot imagine this moment if we had not," Elrohir said.

"Do not speak," she replied. "I love you," she said at length. She gave him a kiss.

Suddenly she knew, she had to go. They shared one more kiss, a sweet, long, desperate kiss, and then they noticed a door had suddenly appeared. The door to Mr. Treeleaf's study. Rebecca went up to it, slowly turned the knob, tears flowing freely, and then turned around to face her beloved elf.

Elrohir cried out, "Remember me!"

"I will," she whispered. She smiled as best as she could, and went through the door.

Instead of seeing Mr. Treeleaf's study however, everything was black, then grey, and then white. A white ceiling met a white wall. A steady beep could be heard to her left, music to her right. She turned left first and saw a heart monitor. She turned right and saw her mother yawning, just waking up.

"What?" was all she could say.

"Rebecca?" her mother said. "Are you awake? Are you really awake?

"Of course I am," Rebecca said confused. "Why am I in a hospital?"

"Do you remember exploring that Mr. Treeleaf's house?" her mother asked. Rebecca nodded. "Well, you slipped and fell. Your brother ran home screaming how you had fallen, and Henry heard him first. Henry went over to you while your brother came and told us. That was two and a half days ago. You've been unconscious since the fall, or so we think. There were a few minutes where you were alone." she paused a moment then said. "Oh darling, this is kind of strange but, while you were asleep, you kept babbling something. I tried to understand what you were saying, but all you ever said consistently was Elro. Do you remember what you were dreaming?"

Rebecca turned white. Had it all been a dream? No! No! No! NO! It couldn't have been a dream! "No, I really do not remember any dreams," she sounded like a bland recording. Her heart was shattering into a thousand pieces.

"Rebecca, what's that ring on your finger? Where did you get it?" her mother suddenly asked.

Rebecca looked down and saw the ring from Elrohir. "It is a promise. I got it... in a dream," she smiled.

"You're not making any sense. Your poor head must still be rattled from the fall. It doesn't matter, the doctor will look at you in a moment. I must go get your father!" her mother said just before she ran out of the room.

So it had all been true! It had all been real! Praise be to Elbereth! They still had the promise of meeting again in that far green country! Suddenly Rebecca heeded the music again. It was a CD she had custom made for herself. Josh Groban's voice could be heard singing "Remember".

Remember, I will still be here,

As long as you hold me, in your memory

Remember, when your dreams have ended,

Time can be transcended,

Just remember me...

As the song played she began to cry once more. It almost seemed as if that song was written for her and Elrohir, not a movie. Suddenly she wondered whether she should tell her parents. Nah, they'd take her to a psychiatrist. As the last words were sung she dried her eyes, her parents were almost at the door.

THE END

Authors note: Well, it is over. But worry not! I think there shall be a sequel! It shall be called, "Time Transcended" As always, REVIEW! Sequel shall be coming soon, but just when I do not know... (up to chapter 8 is written, FYI!)

At the last minute a fit of compassion and impatience possessed me and I decided to tack chapter 18 onto the end of 17. That is why the reply's are a little... odd?