Thanks to Galinda-girl for reviewing! Yes it is a little confusing, but I hope to clear somethings up in this chapter. Please let me know if it cleared things up a bit!

And to those of you reading, please review, even if it's just one word I'm grateful :-D........

Gandalf pointed his horses head towards Rivendell his beard and hair flying out behind him in the wind of the speed he was traveling. The horse knew the way by heart so he had little directing to do. His mind was whirling and his heart was heavy with the news of Saruman's treason. His head still ached and his body felt hundreds of years old as the fight had taken much of his strength away from him. He couldn't believe the treachery and he shook his head in sadness. One less ally in the fight against Sauron and just one more enemy to take into account.

His beard was now covered in more white than ever and the worries created lines in his forehead as he thought of Frodo, lying in a bed in Rivendell with a knife wound to his shoulder. The Nazgul had caught up to the four young hobbits and Gandalf felt a pang of regret. He hadn't been there at the Prancing Pony like he had said and it had cost Frodo a wound that would never heal. Thank the Valar that Aragorn had been there to fend off all nine Black Riders. Otherwise, even the hardiest of hobbits would have been overcome and either killed or taken to Mordor for questioning. He tried not to think of what might have happened and instead concentrated on the road ahead of him.

He nearly fell off as his horse Shadowfax, when he suddenly veered up on his hind legs neighing and squealing loudly. Gandalf pulled hard on the reins to settle the horse back on solid ground. He tried to move it forward but the stubborn horse wouldn't move ahead and no amount of coaxing from Gandalf could get it to go. He dismounted to see what in all of Middle Earth could cause the lord of horses and his good friend to not move forward. Shadowfax pawed the forest floor and neighed worriedly as Gandalf surveyed the ground in front of him.

In the middle of the path lay a girl. She was on her back with her arms over her head and her legs bent at the knee's. Her short and profusely curly, golden brown hair was covered in leaves and sticks, and shown brilliantly in the patches of sun that were spattered across her body. She was wearing foreign clothes, what looked like a long thin brown shirt and a pair of thin black leggings with no shoes. At first glance, she seemed to be sleeping peacefully but Gandalf walked over to her side for a closer look. Her skin was a sickly pale and Gandalf noted the tares and slashes in her shirt and pants. Spidery lines of blood just underneath the first layer of skin covered her arms and no doubt her body. Underneath her eyes were black and her face was covered with bruises. His heart twisted slightly at the sight of such beauty and innocence that was seemingly crushed and he laid a hand on her shoulder to shake her gently awake.

He was not prepared for the girl to open her eyes and stare at him with black pupils, no iris at all; her eyes just like black marbles. All innocence was gone from his mind as she stared right through him with a look that was feral and animalistic. She growled deep in the back of her throat and began rising to her feet, her teeth nearly bared and her hair now wild around her face. All innocence was gone and she became deadly, hissing, clawing and spitting at him like a wild cat. He turned for his sword and staff and was going to kill her when he heard her voice.

"Please, please don't…… I…. I'm hurt." She whispered through her teeth. Gandalf walked as close as she let him and stared into her eyes. He saw only blackness at first, then a light brown iris trying to show through, only to be covered again in darkness. She began hissing and spitting again, though this time she moved away from him and seemingly tried to stop herself from hurting him. It was as if a fight was taking place inside of her, a struggle to gain the upper hand. She wanted to hurt him yet she did not. Gandalf felt the struggle and lifted his staff. The girl fell immediately to the ground, emitting inhuman sounds and writhing in pain as he chanted some words in the ancient tongue of the Istar to calm her and to aid the fight on the side of the good inside of her.

After a time, she was still and was again splayed across the forest floor. Gandalf waited, and he watched as the girl opened her eyes again. This time they were the same soft golden brown color of her hair, and they blinked rapidly as though trying to see through a fog. He sighed as she began to shiver uncontrollably and tears ran down her face.

"No don't….Please stop, please no…… What do you want from me? Stop! Please…." She cried, clearly in shock and in pain. Gandalf walked over, scooped her up in his arms and sat her in front of him on Shadowfax. "Hurry Shadowfax, ride! We must get to Rivendell before nightfall or her kind will be after her. Hiyah!" Shadowfax kicked into high gear and they were flying through the forest once more, only this time Gandalf had more questions than answers………

Lilly was still locked in her dream as she felt the old man lift her up onto his horse. She was drifting between realties of her body being chained to an altar, somewhere deep inside of a stone castle, and her body that was now being lifted onto a horse in front of an old man.

She dimly remember attacking him but she had no idea why and she struggled through the haze of pain to tell him that she did not want to hurt him. She remembered him lowering his weapon as her vision blurred and switched back to the altar and the torture and the pain that came back in waves. She could feel herself screaming again and the old man tightening his grip around her and whispering something in her ear as they rode.

Which dream was real? She wondered vaguely drifting from one to the other. Finally both dreams ceased and Lilly sunk into the peaceful blackness of unconsciousness. She felt her body lifted onto something soft and gentle voices and she slept.

Any better? Does it clear a few things up? :-D

Thanks guys! Pip's going to stay silent for today, he got sick from eating to much Thanksgiving Turkey...... :-P