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This has to be one of my longest chapters. Hope you all enjoy.


She looked around her and watched the battle. She saw an Elf woman who resembled her so much they could be twins. She knew that the woman had some relation to her. She looked around and saw who she had been looking for. The general and his wife were fighting their way to a massive black wall and to what hid behind it. She saw the woman pass her, to follow them. She followed the woman. Then she was fighting as the woman. The moves were the same as the ones she had been taught. "Have I been here before?" She worked her way to Lord and Lady Celebrant. She realized what was happened as soon as she set her foot on the first step. The Balrog creature appeared above them. The arrow flew into its eye. It swung and killed the Lady Celebrant. Lord Celebrant began his spell. The elements appeared.

"I curse you, Elf Lord." The voice was harsh and manipulating. "Your line will cease to exist. You blood will never walk this land again. And when your blood never again walks Middle Earth, I will return. And when I return, I will take what should have been mine and all shall fall. And you will be the one to blame. Your daughter will leave and make it possible for me to be free." It laughed. She could tell it was a male.

"And I tell you, she will return. She will return and have the strength of my family. She will return when you do and you shall fall and this land will be saved. A blessing to counter a curse." The earth mounded over him and fire hardened the rock. Celebrant fell. She felt pain in her side. She looked down and saw a piece of rock lodged in her armor. She didn't have much time. She had to write what she had seen. She had to write the curse and the blessing. She stumbled across the bloody field, the rock always rubbing against her bones. Some force of magic had sent it flying. She had to write what she had seen.


She jumped upright, nearly knocking over a cup of tea in the process. She looked around the great chamber. The candles had burned low. She took a deep breath and reached for her cup. From the light outside, it was almost dawn. She grabbed the cup and raised it to her lips, leaning back in her chair. She rubbed her side. The dream had seemed so real. "Who was that woman?" She got up. She knew who would be able to tell her. She placed her cup on the table and then picked it up again, deciding to take it with her. Galadriel was the only one who could give her the answers she wanted and that she needed. Galadriel had brought her mirror with her from Middle Earth. Galadriel was the only one who could help her.

She noticed Glorfindel sitting at another table, also asleep. She considered waking him and taking him with her, and then decided against it. She hurried to the door and pulled it open. The sun rose over the hill and streamed into the room. She stopped, frozen as the familiar chill crept into her bones. The cup fell from her hands as she fell to the floor. The shattering woke Glorfindel who rushed over to his stricken wife. He could feel the chill coming off of her and he knew that she would never feel the warmth from his body for the next week. They had both misjudged the time she had left. For close to fifty years, they had been searching for the answers that she needed to make her decision. He carried her to their small house and wrapped her in all the blankets in the house even though he knew it wouldn't be enough. It never was.

"Glorfindel, send for the Lady Galadriel. Ask her to bring her mirror."

"Hush, Melamin. Rest now."

"No, Glorfindel. I need to know and only she can tell me. I may be ill, but I will be damned if I am to be bedridden while that thing is loose." He nodded, kissed her on the head, and ran out. He knew where she stayed. She lived with Gandalf and Lord Elrond near them, but in much grander homes. He could only wonder why Feywen needed to see the Lady of the Light so badly that it could not wait until the illness had passed. He knocked and waited to be announced. He hurried to the garden.

"Lady Galadriel,"

"Hello, Glorfindel. This is a surprise. Should you not be with the Lady Celebrant? Her illness begins today."

"I would be with her now except she has asked for you and that you bring your mirror. I begged her to wait, but she insists that you go to her now."

"Very well. I will go. I shall be there shortly. While you wait, take her to the river. She will direct you to where you are needed to go."

"Thank you, my Lady."


"Concentrate on what you want to show me, Feywen. Command the Mirror to show you what needs to be shown." Feywen nodded lightly and concentrated on her dream. She had had it again while she was waiting for Galadriel to arrive with her Mirror. Before she had started looking for information on the evil her grandparents had faced, Galadriel had been teaching Feywen how to command the Mirror should Galadriel ever decide to fade into the void. Feywen was her heir now that Galadriel's daughter, Arwen's mother, was gone and had been for several years. It was known that she had sailed, but no one had seen her since they had arrived over two thousand years ago. It was rumored that she had faded long before they arrived. "Who is this woman you say you were in your dream?"

"I was hoping you could tell me, Lady Galadriel."

"I never personally met her. But she looks like you."

"Is she a relative of mine?"

"More like an incarnation. She is not an Elf. She is an Elandili, like you, from what I can tell. She may have a relation to you."

"That is what I thought. All she could think about was recording what had happened in that last battle."

"A scribe?!" Feywen looked at the older Elf woman. "She is your aunt, Feywen. I recognize her now. Your father found her in Minas Tirith after the battle. She was on her death bed. The healers of Gondor had managed to save her life. Your father brought her to Lothlórien where she found peace. But her notes of that time had been left in Gondor, in their dusty libraries. She was never able to tell us what had happened, that she had seen and heard that day. I do not know her name. She kept it secret until she died."

"You mean, she chose to be mortal."

"Yes. Her mother never told her who her father was until she was on her death bed. She chose the mortality of her mother over the immortality of her father. She found him when he called the family to war. He never knew that she had gone and that she had survived. How your father found her, we will never know. He must have been called to her when she needed her family the most and he was the only family she had left who could hear her call."

"She had to have told my father. Otherwise, how would he have known it was her?"

"She may have. But we will never know. All we were ever told was that the secrets of that day can only be seen by the one who shares her blood."

"Me,"

"Yes, but you are not going back to Middle Earth. Not now anyway. Not in your condition."

"But I have to find out what this evil is."

"You must rest. After you have passed into the new year, we will work more on your command of the Mirror and you can see what is happening in Middle Earth."

"No, I must be going now. They need me and I need answers."

"You are not going to be of use to them now."

"But what if it is loose? They are going to need my help."

"You will be of no use to them in your current condition. Wait until this has passed."

"Fine, I will wait."


"Prince Aragorn, news has come from the fields." The twenty-five year old turned and looked at the Ranger. The prince had chosen to live in Arnor and learn the ways of the Dúnedain before returning to learn from his father. But fate had cheated him out of the chance. Fifty years ago, a monster had spawned from the earth under the Black Land and had begun a vicious attack on the world of Men.

"What is it?"

"Your father has fallen." The young man paled. He knew what it meant. It meant that he was king now as his grandfather, King Estel, had only minutes to live, if not seconds.

"How?"

"The Beast has created Elves. But they are not like the ones we trade with. These Elves have evil in them. They are not as fair as the Woodland folk, but they are fairer than any Orc that has ever been spawned." He turned to the window. His father had been on his way to create refuges in the north, in Imladris and the Shire for the Hobbits and the other peoples in the north. "These Dark Elves ambushed your father and his guard. They are all dead. One man made it back to tell us, but he is now dead. We cannot defeat them. No one can."

"My Lord Prince," Aragorn turned to the new voice. "Your grandfather, the King Estel, requests your presence at his bedside." Aragorn nodded and followed the page down the halls, the Ranger at his heels. He ordered them to stay outside once they reached his grandfather's chambers. He went in alone.

"Grandfather, I have come as you asked."

"Come closer, Boy." Aragorn obeyed. "You have heard I take it." A nod. "You know what this means then. I did not have the heart to ask the page, so I will ask you. How did your father die?"

"He and his men were ambushed by Dark Elves. They did not stand a chance." The old man sighed.

"I see. You will do your best to avenge them,"

"Yes, Grandfather."

"Then here, Lad. Take this crown. Lead the people as the man whom you are named for did in his time. My father, I, and you are all named after the same man. I fear my father and I have disappointed him. Do not disappoint him. Find a way to stop this evil and save Middle Earth again."

"Fear not, Grandfather. I will not fail King Elessar Estel Aragorn. I will make him proud of us." The old man nodded and closed his eyes. King Aragorn stayed by his side until his soul had left him. He stood up and hurried out the door, leaving the attendants to prepare the body. He had things to do.

"My Lord King, what shall we do? We have no champion against these vile creatures." The Ranger said, falling in step with him. Aragorn stopped short and then turned on his heel and hurried to the tower.

"You are wrong, Ranger. We do have a champion against these creatures. But we must send for her."

"Her? My Lord King, forgive me, what can a woman do against creatures men could not?"

"She is not a normal woman. She is an Elandili who chose the immortality of her father. The White Wizard, Mithrandir, left us a way to call her should we have need. He knew this would happen and knew that only she could stop it." Aragorn burst into the tower and looked at the pedestal. His father had shown it to him when he was young, telling him that it was the only way to save them should all hope be lost. Now was the time. "Leave me, Ranger. Wait for me outside."

"Your Majesty." The Ranger bowed and left. Aragorn turned to the pedestal. Atop it sat a bowl and in the bowl was a crest, a swallow flying above a rose. He picked it up and took it to the window where some sunlight filtered through. He held the crest to his mouth and then turned back to the bowl. It had filled with water. He dipped the crest into it and lifted it out. The bird came alive and clutched the rose in its feet. He took it back to the window, whispering to it.

"Feywen, we need you." He ended. He looked at the swallow. "Find her as quick as you can and give her the message. We need her now more than ever. Go," he tossed the bird and rose into the air and watched it fly away to the west. "Please, Aunt Feywen."


She was a specter above the battle, watching unto its conclusion. It was not of the battle that her grandparents had fought. Those had stopped and were replaced by dreams of what she could only assume was the future. This was the fourth time she had seen the one where there were all destroyed. She had seen herself locked in a dark corner, her clothes torn and bloody, her weapons gone. She had watched Glorfindel die trying to save her and then all the Elves destroyed or enslaved along with the other races of Middle Earth.

The world turned to a gray mist before refocusing into another battle. She was being outfitted in armor after having been rescued, she knew, from that dark cave. Glorfindel was beside her, being fitted himself. She was tired. It was just after the end of the year and the beginning of the new. Her army of men and Elves marched to the forsaken land and met the enemy's head on.

The world turned into a gray mist. She turned and saw her grandparents watching her.

"We have waited long to speak with you." Her grandmother said.

"Why have you been showing me visions of the future and the past?" She demanded.

"The past was to show you our mistake. We underestimated our foe and it led to my immediate death and your grandfather's sacrifice. You are as strong as he was meant to be. Do not sacrifice it except for the thing you love the most."

"What does that mean?"

"It's meaning will become clear to you in time." Celebrant said softly. "My child, you are the last of us unless you can defeat this evil. Your aunt recorded what happened and our folly. Ensure that you do not make the same mistake."

"What mistake?"

"We did not understand the cost."

"And what is the cost?"

"We cannot tell you that." Her grandmother said. "You will know the cost when it is time for you to know."

"Why are you here now?"

"Because you did not know that should you leave, he will be released, you left. Now he is free. He has forced war upon the World of Men who are easily defeated against his might. Once they are defeated, he will move onto the other races, including the Hobbits who know nothing of war."

"What must I do?"

"You must return, Feywen." Celebrant answered her. "You do not need the permission of the Valar to return because you have not yet completed the task which you were born to do. You must return to Middle Earth. Go to Gondor and help strengthen their shield. First, go to Imladris and activate the shield there and have the Rangers of the North take people there. After you have done that, you must go to Gondor. They will need your help there."

"Gondor is where I must go to find the answers that I seek."

"Then that is where you must go. Do not forget that your most important task is to protect the peoples and to do that, you must defeat our ancient foe."

"Will I be able to return to Valinor?" Feywen asked. She enjoyed her peaceful life.

"We do not know. All that we know is that you and other Elves should not have left. Now, you must return and make it safe for others of your race to return."

"I will do as you ask." Her grandparents nodded and the world went black around her.


"You cannot come with me. It is too dangerous."

"I am not letting you go alone. You've no idea how long this is going to take. Your leg may be healed, but your illness is not. What if the end of the year comes and you are nowhere near a refuge and no one to protect you." She looked up at the blonde. His eyes were filled with worry and the need to protect her. "Let me come with you." They had had this argument several times already and neither of them had won. "Please, Melamin. I let you go alone once and I worried the whole time. Do not make me do that again." Feywen looked at him. "Shelob would never have gotten you had I fought to go with you and to go after you. You were locked in a tower and beaten by monsters made by Morgoth. Let me come, please."

"Alright," she handed him his sword, "you can come. I would hate to be alone again." She took Nardin and tied him to her belt and then took Nardil and the quiver and slung them both over her shoulder. She then grabbed her dagger, the one Aragorn had given her at her wedding. She took a breath and then hid it in her boot. She grabbed her pack and watched the river a moment.

"Feywen," she turned and saw a silver swallow holding a rose hovering in the door. She held out her hand and it landed. "Daughter of Celebrant, I have a message for you."

"What is the message?"

"The bird's voice changed. "Aunt Feywen, you are needed in Middle Earth. A nameless evil has risen from the Black Lands. You are the only one strong enough to defeat it. I call on you to be our champion against this evil. Please, come to Minas Tirith. I await your coming with worry. Feywen, we need you."

"Is that all?" The swallow nodded. "Tell him that I come with the new season." The bird nodded and took flight, leaving the rose in her hand."

"Feywen, what has happened?"

"We have been summoned by my family."


I hope you all enjoyed that. Oh, if any of you happen to know the color of Glorfindel's eyes, that would be a great help. Thank you all for reading and please, please, please, review, god or bad.