Bathed in Starlight, Wreathed in Flame

by SilverMoonrise

She fell from the sky, she fell very far, and Kansas, she says, is NOT the name of the star. For once. Then how and why did she get to Middle Earth, wreathed in flame, nameless, wrapped only in the broken chains which bound her? Review, please!

4. Falling Stars

Four

Gandalf had known something had happened. It was written in the stars, but he shook the feeling off. The war was over. What could possibly be wrong? He hadn't seen the star fall into Mirkwood.

But Galadriel had.

She'd been unable to reach Gandalf, for some reason, and she began to grow worried. She'd tried every day without success. Until now.

"Gandalf!" she sounded vaguely panicked. "Something is wrong."

"I know. The stars-"

"Yes. One fell into Mirkwood three months ago."

"I have not received any news from Thranduil."

"Why would you. Thranduil prefers to keep things to himself."

"I will leave to Mirkwood immediately."

"Gandalf, I do not like this. I have not been able to reach you until now. Find out what has happened. And be careful; I fear the adventure has not ended for you."