In Lothlorien, fireworks rang out and the festivities continued late into the night in honour of the birth of Lady Aredhel, the 2nd daughter of the Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn. Four years older than her newborn sister the Lady Celebrian was already envisioning the fun she would have dressing up her little sister and playing dolls with her.
Meanwhile, on modern day earth, Niamh McMillan was becoming very frustrated yet again with the adoption agency. Finally, they were going to be able to adopt a baby when their chance was snapped away by the decision of the teen mother to keep her daughter. Niamh and her husband Ernie had already had a name picked out for the little girl, Annabelle Aredhel. Niamh, an avid lord of the rings fan and supporter of all things Irish liked older, fancier names such as Aredhel of Aisling. Her husband Ernie however was a fan of "good plain names" such as Anne or Mary. In a compromise the couple had decided on Annabelle Aredhel.
Wiping a tear from her eye as she thought of little Annabelle, Niamh thought back to she and Ernie's wedding day nearly ten years before.They had been so happy then, both ready to start a large family of at least six children. After five years of trying the couple had gone to a doctor who had pronounced Ernie sterile. "If only, stop this nonsense", Niamh chastene4d herself. She loved Ernie; he was a wonderful husband and would be a wonderful husband if only he got the chance. Immediately after that doctors visit they had put their names on the lists of several adoption agencies. And finally they had gotten to the top of the list....
Sighing Niamh shifted through the papers wondering if changing their requirements would help. The kid definitely had to be white, Ernie would insist on that. While not a racist her husband just didn't feel right in raising someone who would have to face the world on a different level. Hmmmm...mental retardation, there was no way she could handle that. Ahhh...here was something she could change; she checked the box next to small birth defects.
Saruman the white, of late of the company of Sauron, had been sent on a mission to prove his loyalty. Sauron had somehow discovered that in an alternate version of Middle Earth there were weapons called bombs and machine guns that could produce mass casualties. That Sauron didn't have a clue what these weapons looked like or where exactly they could be found didn't seem to figure in the matter. There was only one glitch in their plan. Saruman had discovered that the portal opening spell had to be performed within the vicinity of a circle of standing stones. The only problem with this was that the only known circle of standing stones in Middle Earth was located in the woods of Lothlorien, the greatest stronghold against evil.
After managing to use a transporting spell to sneak into Lothlorien, Saruman located the stones and began to chant...
In Lothlorien
Celeborn and Galadriel set out for a walk with their two children; Celebrian in a rather foul mood. She had begged and begged to be allowed to play dress up with her baby sister but her mother had said that Aredhel wasn't old enough to play dress up. However she decided to try one more time. Tugging on Galadriel's sleeve she began, "Nana, many I please play dress up with Aredhel? Pleeeaaaase?!" Exasperated, Galadriel snapped, "As I have already two times already today, no."
The family decided to take the path to the standing stones where Celebrian often played house. "Ada", Celebrian asked, "who's that man?" Looking toward the stones Celeborn saw a man, hands up in the air, chanting what was obviously a spell. "Stop" Celeborn shouted, running forward. Distracted, the man lost control of his spell and silver fire shot straight towards Aredhel and enveloped her. Suddenly she disappeared. Losing control completely the man disappeared in a mass of writhing silver. "Nana", Celebrian asked, "where did Aredhel go?"
Nana-mommy
Ada-daddy
