Chapter 1

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This is yet another Prompt driven story, by two prompts.

being lost in the forest and having Galadriel find you and take you in as her own.

stepping between Boromir and Frodo and having Boromir throw you to the side. But then he snaps out of the seduction of the ring because he loves you but doesn't admit it until later on.

I am sorry if my character comes off as Mary Sueish. I do have a habit of giving my characters weird traits or abilities.

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Black Speech

'Thoughts'

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Boromir gazed up in wonder at the lady of the wood.

How could Gimli had called her a witch?

She was beautiful, yes, but distant and cold. Like a frozen flower. Or the stars reflected in the icy mirror of a frozen pond.

"Eight there are, but nine sent out from Rivendell. Tell me, where is Mithrandir? For I much desired to speak with him."

The pain of losing Gandalf swept over him again and Boromir diverted his eyes to the ground. He could feel the Lady Galadriel's eyes on him, and he did not want to say anything for fear that if he opened his mouth, sobs would tear forth.

Galadriel's silky voice sliced through the silence gently, relieving him of having to speak.

"He has fallen through shadow." Boromir choked down a sob and felt a burning in his throat.

Galadriel looked over each of them in turn, as if stripping away their skin and gazing into their very souls.

"The quest stands on the very edge of a knife. Stray but a little and it will fail, to the ruin of all."

Boromir felt a gentle tug at the edge of his mind, and Galadriel's voice echoed in his head.

"You do not have to continue on this quest. You could return home, to Gondor, where you are a renowned hero. You could return to your father. And be Captain of Gondor once again."

Boromir started shaking and could bear the lady's stare no longer and dropped his gaze to the floor. Galadriel vanished from his mind and Boromir drew in deep breaths.

He missed Gondor. It was hard having to go on a quest to destroy something that could potentially save his people.

"Yet hope remains while the company is true. Do not let your hearts be troubled, tonight you will sleep in peace."

Boromir thought otherwise.

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Boromir sat in the small clearing and paced restlessly. He would not and could not slip into sleep. His mind was brimming with questions. None of which he could answer.

He shook his head and sighed.

He sat down on his bedspread and ran his hands through his already tousled hair.

He heard a voice different from the others rise in a harmony in the lament for Gandalf. It was strange. It fit in, but at the same time was different. He could not place his finger on why.

Boromir lay down on his bedspread, and let the soothing singing of the elves lull him to sleep. His questions would have to wait.

The song came to a close and a young woman and Galadriel walked among the trees.

"Naneth? I know you do not support my decision. But let the company become nine again. Let me aid them."

Galadriel remained silent and the woman sighed.

"Naneth, It's hard to obey your wishes when you do not speak."

The lady of the wood smiled softly and the woman shook her head in amusement.

"Elves are always the same. Quiet and judgemental."

"Many who die deserve life, and some who live deserve death. Can you give it to them? Do not be too hasty to deal out death and judgement."

The woman smiled again.

"That was one of his favorite lines, you miss him already, don't you Naneth? Besides, I have never dealt out death, and I hardly think even you have never dealt out judgement."

Galadriel smiled.

"Yes Adaneth. Everyone deals out judgement. Whether intentional or not. But even the wisest wizards must face death. Mithrandir was a wise enough wizard to know it."

Her brown eyes widened.

"You knew this would happen?"

Galadriel stopped in her tracks and the woman stopped, facing her.

"I hoped, I prayed. Foresight is not a light burden. Neither is going with the company."

The woman rolled her eyes.

"Naneth, I am mortal. I cannot live all my life without stepping foot outside sanctuary and safety. Gar- estel in nin, naneth. Gar- estel in hain, let nin aid hain in i lend."

(Have faith in me, Naneth. Have faith in them, let me aid them in their journey.)

Galadriel sighed and passed something over to the woman.

"Nixie, I have the gift of foresight. I know what their path is, and you are not in it."

Galadriel closed her elaganst fingers over Nix's, making sure she kept a hold on the small necklace she had just given her.

"One cannot change fate."

Nix dropped her gaze to the chain in her hand.

Galadriel answered her anasked question softly.

"It was your mothers. She would have wanted you to have it."

Nix nodded silently and walked down the steps, her gown trailing behind her.

Galadriel stood alone on the platform, her figure swathed in the moonlight.

"She would have wanted a lot of things for you."

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Nix tossed in her sleep, her sheets tangled around her legs and waist.

She saw images flashing through her mind and they were not at all pleasant. She whimpered and sweat gathered on her brow.

One of the men in the company, eyes glassy and unseeing, laid down on the leaf blanketed floor of a forest.

She rolled over again in her bed. As if to turn away from the images that plauged her.

A horde of running orcs, bearing the white hand swarming through a stony path.

Her brow creased and she let out another whimper.

A boat going over a waterfall and the statues of the Argonath, holding out their hands in a gesture that said 'stop' even as orc filth corrupted the lands they had sworn to protect.

She curled her legs slightly and her hands reached out in the air.

A large flaming eye turning from one side to the other, and getting closer and closer…..

"NO!" Nix woke up and bolted up in her bed. She glanced around her room and tied a thin coat over her nightgown.

She hurried to Galadriel's rooms and the door opened before she had even knocked.

"Naneth…."

Galadriel gathered her into an embrace, hugging her close and bathing her in the white fabric of her splendid gowns.

"Adaneth, what did you see?"

Nix explained her dream to Galadriel and her frown deepened at every word.

"You knew this would happen?"

Galadriel sighed wearily and nodded her head.

"I know everything that happens. The future is mapped in front of me. And I know every path."

Nix buried her neck into the fabric of Galadriel's dress and willed her tears away.

"Naneth, one of them is going to die."

"I know."

Nix instantly drew away.

"You knew?"

Galadriel sighed again.

"I know all. They will succeed if they continue on their current path, but it includes death for one of them."

Nix felt rage boil in her stomach. How could Galadriel just send him to his doom? If she knew what was going to happen, why didn't she try to prevent it?

"Naneth, it's not right! They will not succeed as the fellowship! It will be broken!"

Galadriel shook her head.

"It is a sacrifice we must make. One life is little compared to world peace."

Nix frowned and turned her head away.

"It's not right. If we told him, he would know to avoid the power of the ring. We could stop a death. If we can, shouldn't we?"

Galadriel shook her head solemnly.

"We cannot change fate."

Nix placed her hand on her adoptive mother's shoulder.

"We can try."

There was a long silence before Galadriel nodded slowly.

"Yes, we can. And you may."

Nix turned away and made her way to the door.

Galadriel turned just in time to see her walk out of her room. Her mother's necklace glittering on her collarbones.

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Nix made her way to her chamber and stared at her bed. She was awake already. It was almost morning already, there was no point in trying to get back to sleep.

She dropped her robe carelessly on the floor and paced up and down the length of the room, running her thoughts over and over in her head.

How could Galadriel not say anything when she knew that his life could only last so long. Nix didn't understand. How could she not at least try to change the future? Nixie's train of thought continued on a similar track until the sun was was filtering through the trees of the wood.

Nix sighed and changed into a gold trimmed white dress with a light brown waist corset. Unlike most of the elvish dresses, the sleeves were split and fell back to expose the skin of her arms.

She walked down to the gardens and trailed her hand in the water of one of the small pools that the garden had in plenty. She shook the water from her fingers and watched as the ripples of the water made it splash over the sides of the pool.

"You should not waste the water. Everything in Lothlorien deserves to be cherished."

Nix didn't turn. She didn't have too.

"The future King of Gondor should not waste his time talking with a simple woman."

Aragorn approached her carefully and stood next to her.

"You are like me."
Nix tilted her head, looking into the eyes of his reflection.

"How so?"

"A human raised by the elves, gifted with a long life."

Nix smiled and placed a flower into the water, disrupting the surface and causing Aragorn's reflection to disappear.

"Were you as confused by the elves as I am?"

"Depends, are you about to tear your hair out?"

"I have a lot of it. It could take a while."

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Sooo, Nixie just met Aragorn.

This is part of a series where I go delving into the heart of my old computer and find these fanfictions that I wrote when I was younger.

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