Prologue

As the moon rose over the grey havens, all was silent. Lord Círdan watched as the silver waters washed gracefully upon the shore. He was fair faced and his blond hair blew softly in the light winter wind. He was not often without company but as his kin had begun to leave middle earth he was left alone to his thoughts for many a night on end. His people were the old elves of Lindon, they had grown up with him around the salt waters and their hearts would always be infatuated with the sea.

He had been studying maps and designs for new boats all day and he had just stepped outside to clear his thoughts. His actions were interrupted however when his messenger, Galdor, rode with haste onto the harbour astride a white horse.

"Galdor, Nae saian luume" (It has been too long) The Lord said bowing his head in respect of his friend. " what news from your travels?"

The old elf, who was clad in blue dismounted his horse and nodded to Círdan, "My lord," he said bowing low, "I bring news from Imladris."

"Mani naa ta? (What is it?)"

"Lord Elrond bids it too long since your paths have last crossed and hopes to see you soon. However, there are more urgent matters in which he has sent me to discuss."

The Lord smiled, " Lord Elrond? What could be so important as to send word to me?"

"He calls for your counsel, milord." The elf stated," Mithrandir has discovered something which he would have you discus with him."

Lord Círdan raised an eyebrow,

"Elrond cannot work out his business with the wizard alone?"

"No milord, he fears that this new threat will affect even the Lindon elves." The messenger reasoned.

Lord Cirdan, thought long and hard before speaking,

" There are few of our people left here, soon I myself will travel beyond middle earths boarders, after those who wish it have past into the west." The great elf replied, "Tell Elrond that he does not need me unless he would call on my company for anything else?"

"There was one more thing Lord Círdan," Galdor told, "Your daughter." Lord Círdan slowly walked along the harbour beckoning for his company to follow. He paused briefly for thought and then asked, "What of her?"

"She will be asked to visit the valley if you are not agreeable." The messenger said " Lord Elrond has called a counsel to decide the fate of middle earth, he believes she will attend."

"Manke naa i'omentien?" (Where is the meeting?) Lord Círdan asked, "Rivendell." The world seemed to lapse into silence again and Galdor felt uneasy as The Lord of the Grey havens turned his back on the sea. "Lord Elrond is right to choose my daughters counsel, I fear she has seen more of Middle Earth than myself. "

"Will you go to lord Elrond?" The messenger asked as they stopped their walk along the promenade. "He is quite determined I must make it to Ilmadris your reply." The Lord carefully analysed his options,

"I will not personally leave my Kingdom, the hour is late and not all places in Middle Earth are protected. Send a message to Lord Elrond, tell him, my daughter. Eloen, speaks for me, whatever her wishes, I will trust." he replied. " Lire lle auta?" (When do you leave?)

"Just a days time, my lord."

"Will you stay in Mithlond tonight?"

"I believe so, my lord." Galdor humbly replied.

"I'll have the cooks make you something." Lord Círdin smirked and motioned for the elf to follow him into the halls of Harlond, where the message would set off from at first light.

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"I amar prestar aen, Han mathon ne nen Han mathon ne chae A han noston ned gwilith Much that once was is lost. For none now live who remember it." (The world is changed, I feel it in the water, I feel it in the Earth, I smell it in the air). Galadriel's words echoed in her head as she hid in the shadows of the night, her voice was solemn and soft. "A time will come when Middle Earth will call upon the elf that was forgotten. You must be ready."

Eloen sighed and dragged a hand over her forehead. Galadriel's message had left a demon in her mind that she had not faced for hundreds of years and it was a demon she thought she could not face again. As the night grew longer, the thick and foggy smell of smoke seemed to take over the Inn. The wind was strong and it seemed to attack the fair-sized wooden building with a ferocity that was uncontrollable. Eloen knew that they would be looking for her, they always were, so she stuck closely to the back of the room and cast herself under shadow. Elves were a rare occurrence in the little village of Bree so she kept to herself in the back of the room in the hopes that he would meet her there soon.

When the ranger did show up, he spotted her immediately.

"Took you're time then…" She remarked as her friend perched himself down beside her, bringing out his pipe. Aragorn smiled fondly at her, humour evident in his eyes.

"I got.. Held up.." He explained as she passed him her lighter, he bowed his head gracefully to her in return. "Elen sila lumenn omentilmo" (A star shall shine on the hour of our meeting)

"Nae saian luume'" Eloen smiled (It has been too long) "I have not seen you since we visited Mirkwood."

"About Five years." He reminded her, "Sometimes I think time goes too quickly."

Eloen nodded , had it been almost five years since she and Aragorn had captured the creature Gollum? She had not travelled to Mirkwood since, though she longed to see the elves that dwelt there.

He lit his pipe, the flame flickered, illuminating his eyes and she got ready to tell him all that Gandalf had told her to repeat.

"Mithrandir, has gone to seek counsel from the head of his order." She told him. "I doubt he will be meeting us on the road as planned."

The crowd in the Inn got louder as more folk arrived. The she-elf's eyes darted wildly from face to face.

"You do not think the counsel of the white wizard is wise?" Aragorn asked, slightly bemused by the elves hatred of Saruman.

"Once." She replied, slightly distracted by a fat man trying to drink two pints in one, " Once, he was one of the wisest people I have ever known. But, Mithrandir has grown wise in his wanderings and Saruman seeks power above all else, his traits are just becoming revealed to me."

Aragorn, moved closer to the elf, aware of her gift to sense the emotions and true desires of people around her. Eloen could feel his pity, it seeped off of him like a stream running towards her. Many people were good at hiding there emotions but, she could always see right through Aragorn, he was unsure of himself and scared by the weakness of his ancestors.

"Times have changed?" Aragorn waited a brief moment but, her answer was clear.

"Mornie utulie" (Darkness has come)

Aragorn stared at the girl, worried "What have you seen?"

"Nothing of yet," she warily replied. " but, the voices… they are louder than ever… the screams in the night." He watched as her eyes turned cloudy. "The nine search for the ring, they are drawn to its power… They are close."

Her blue eyes flashed wildly with wisdom and light as she watched, silently, as the bartender went to open the door and four hobbits wandered in, scared of the people around them.

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Sorry if this is absolute rabbit poo. It's my first fan fiction and I promise it will get better in the next chapter. Please tell me what you think and I am VERY open to constructive criticism :D ~ Jess