The world has changed.

I feel it all around us.

Everything that once was,

Is lost.

"The race of Man will now have their turn at governing the Free Peoples of Middle Earth. The time of the Elves is over; many are sailing to the Grey Havens. The Dwarves are too concerned with their mining and crafting, unconcerned unless it involves their riches. You know what is to come, Gandalf; Frodo will take the ring to Mordor. You have seen it in the mirror as well as I. Yet, there is the matter of the girl you saw. She is not of our world, yet she seems to know everything about us. You say that all you must do is summon her and she will come; she will change the course of this war. However, Gandalf, I wonder whom she will turn the tides of war for... the Free Peoples or Sauron?"

Galadriel was staring at the shabby, grey-bearded Gandalf, giving him the impression that she thought he was acting like a misbehaving child. Yet, despite feeling quite small compared to Galadriel's power, Gandalf stood tall and proud. He did not want to anger the White Lady, but he knew that this young woman, this foreigner from an entirely different world, must be summoned to Middle Earth. He felt it, deep in his bones, that she would stand for the Free People.

Responding, he calmly asked, "Why not bring her here, to Lorien? We could watch her and see where her allegiance would lie. Frodo will be recently travelling to Rivendall, while I still have yet to contact Saruman. We have the time to deem whether or not she is trustworthy."

Galadriel seemed to ponder this. "We could sender her back if she does not stand for the Free Peoples."

Gandalf slowly shook his head. "That, my Lady, I cannot do. It takes a specific amount of power to summon someone from another realm; in fact, it has only happened one other time. When his quest was finished, the Istari who summoned him tried to send him back. They both perished in the attempt."

Galadriel made the slightest noise of irritation. "I suppose we could always contain her in some way, if her actions deem her untrustworthy. Summon her here, to Middle Earth, but on one condition. Where she ends up will depend on her heart; it will place her where it would fit in the most. From there, we shall decide what actions to take for, or against, her."

Gandalf bowed his head in respect. While he slightly disagreed, he chose to keep his thoughts to himself. Instead, he began to focus upon Galadriel's mirror, calling forth a glimpse of the girl before he summoned her. As he focused, he saw flits of darkness, glimpses of other realms, and faces. So many faces flitted by, it had begun to give him a headache, but he had to focus, lest he start all over again.

Finally, the faces began to slow, but as they did, the edges of the mirror began to produce a dark fog; once the image landed upon the face of the girl, the smoke turned almost an inky black. Gandalf glanced at Galadriel, noting she had simply raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.

Gandalf returned his gaze to the mirror, where the image of the girl lingered. He saw her looking at something, but he could not tell what. He studied her face: the soft roundness, with a small chin, and high, full cheekbones. Her nose was slightly large, with a tiny ball at the end of it, and her lips seemed average. Her bushy brown hair was pulled back into a tight topknot, but strands of it were escaping. The thing that caught his attention the most, however, was her eyes; while shaped normally, and slightly on the small sides, they were a deep forest green, with flecks of black and gold.

"Do you know this child's name?" Galadriel asked serenly.

"Evelyn."

Galadriel said nothing, so Gandalf took it that he could continue. As he gazed upon the fountain, he began to whisper an ancient spell.

"Tolan enni.
Erle im cen.
Godref imlad,
Or aegas,
Difain,
Or aear.
Godref dae a lach,
Godref naur a lith.
Agar a rhaw,
Ach a tu.
Tolan enni."

Gandalf quickly struck the surface of the water with his staff. A loud, thunderous noise erupted, but not a single drop of water rippled in the mirror. Instead, it slowly began to swirl, becoming darker as the speed progressed.

"And now," Gandalf told Galadriel, "we wait."

A/N: I'm going through and editing these chapters, since I'm finding too many mistakes. For the spell, I just used the literal word translations for the Sindarin, so it might not be exactly what it would say in the books. This is what it says: "Come to me, One that i seek. Through valley, Over mountain, Under cloud, Over sea. Through shadow and flame, Through fire and ash. Blood and flesh, Bone and sinew. Come to me."