Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings.

Me: I wish I did though.

Enya: You own me, and Hollin

Me: true at least I have you guys

"My Lady," Enya heard a soft voice whisper.

Enya tried to force her lips to form the words she so desperately wanted to say. Finally she managed to say, "What is it Echo?"

"My Lady Enya I believe that I can get you out of here, but we must act now else all will be lost," Echo, Enya's dearest and most trusted riding companion, answered in a hurried whisper.

"Echo you have my full permission to do what you can to get us out of Minas Morgul alive," Enya whispered, her voice cracking from its lack of use, and all of the screaming that was violently forced from her lips.

"Very well my Lady, you must drink this, a small potion that will give you the appearances of one who is dead," Echo whispered, pressing a small bottle of liquid to Enya's parched and cracked lips. As bidden Enya drank the the potion, turning stiff and cold, her pulse sluggish and almost stopping, her breathing apparently none existent. (A/N: The potion is based off of J.K.R. 's Draught of Living Death so I don't claim the credit)

"Manan elye etevanne! My Lady Enya is dead, oh wraiths, Sauron's servants, I beseech thee she is long dead, let me take her and give her the burial that she deserves! Manan elye etevanne, Manan elye etevanne," Echo cried to the night so that all in Minas Morgul could hear.

The Ringwraith's screeched in anger and despair, but sent a servant down with their message, giving their permission for her to bury her Lady. Into the night Echo took her Lady's body leaving a full and heavy pack and a note for her Lady before returning to Minas Morgul and succumbing to the Ringwraith's torture, will and power.

1,041 yrs. Later

The third age Year 3018 September 28

Enya heard a soft nock on the door. She stood up from her desk, turning to face the door she said clearly, "Come in."

Galadriel's chief lady entered and bowed, straitening she said, "Lady Galadriel wishes to speak with you Lady Enya the last of the nearest kin of Gil-Galad, she says it 'tis urgent."

Enya nodded, "If the Lady Galadriel commands my presence then I shall comply for I am hers to command," she said elegantly already tired of the court games and manners.

Lost in thought Enya remembered many things as she climbed the stairs that lead to Galadriel's chamber. Lothlorien had been her home for the past 1,041 and 9/12 years since she is the last of Gil-Galad's nearest kin. It still hurt to remember the battle of the Last Alliance of Elves and Men, Sauron's betrayal, the forging of her ring and the others, and Gil-Galad, her Uncle's fall.

As she entered Galadriel's chamber Enya bowed her head, "You called for me Lady Galadriel," she said in a soft voice.

"Yes I did call for you, I need an ambassador to take a message to Elrond, and I wish for you to go."

"But why, pardon me my Lady but-"Enya started as her head snapped up.

"You must go because you and only you can handle this mission. The Nine are abroad again, and I trust only you to not fail, may Earendil watch over you Lady Enya of Eregion," Lady Galadriel said looking like a queen, great and beautiful, and terrible and commanding.

"As you wish Lady Galadriel," Enya murmured as she bowed her head.

"The message that I wish for you to deliver for me is, 'That the elves of Lothlorien will not become involved until it is our time to get involved, and I advise you to let the people choose and accept those who do.'"

"If that is all, my Lady?" Enya said as she raised her head and turned to go.

"You may go," Galadriel said dismissively.

Enya bowed her head before walking from the room.