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Chapter 4

Addicted

Phoenix sighed as hundreds of freshmen ran past her, Spencer and Madison. She'd had the weekend to go over what the Elves had said, over and over again. "Hey, do you guys wanna go to Finn's?" asked Madison.

"No!" Phoenix yelled before she could stop herself. Spencer and Madison stared at her. "Err, I don't feel like having coffee today," she said. It seemed good enough for the other two. They walked to the buses. Phoenix was about to get on the bus when she heard a high-pitched whistle. She looked around and saw Legolas stood across the road, leaning on his car. "Oh, no," she whispered, "What's he doing here?"

"What?" said Spencer. He looked round the side of the bus and saw Legolas.

"Who's he?" he asked. Phoenix looked from Spencer, back to Legolas. Legolas nodded to the car and then got into the drivers seat. Phoenix sighed. "I have to go with him," she said.

"Hey, err Phoenix, we had this drummed into us when we were six," said Spencer, "Getting in car with strangers is bad!"

"He's not a stranger, he's…I don't know what he is to be honest," said Phoenix, "Just trust me." Spencer nodded and Phoenix put her arms round him then ran across the road. Spencer gave her a little wave as she got in the passenger side of the car.

"Who's that?" asked Legolas as Phoenix buckled herself in.

"Spencer, my best friend," she said.

"A boy?" said Legolas, raising an eyebrow, "Things have changed since I was your age."

"Yeah, twelve thousand years," said Phoenix under her breath as Legolas pulled out of his parking space. Legolas pressed a button on the CD player. The LCD display flashed up, 'Low Rider – KoRn'. "You like KoRn?" she asked. Legolas nodded.

"I like Slipknot too, just don't tell my Ada, I mean, Dad," he said, "He thinks it's just noise."

"Where are we going?" asked Phoenix.

"My place, Elrond said no one was gonna be home when you got there," he said, "Gotta keep you outta trouble."

"What do you do for a living anyway?" asked Phoenix.

"We're asking lots of questions today, aren't we?" he said, "I'm an A.D.A."

"Assistant District Attorney?" said Phoenix, Legolas nodded.

"Cool," she said, "It's just that Spencer was asking lots of questions."

Legolas laughed to see the look on Phoenix's face when she walked into his apartment. "This must cost you a fortune," she said, looking round.

"Well, I've had five thousand years to save up, I bought this place when I got sick of Elrond, no mortgageeither," he said.

"I thought Elrond kicked you out for being a man-whore," she replied.

"Two things," said Legolas, throwing himself down on the couch, "One, that's very bad language for a young lady and two, you're right."

"So why exactly did you bring me here?" she asked, sitting down on one of the dining chairs. "To tell you something that you didn't get told at the weekend," he said, "Tell you exactly why we chose to reveal ourselves."

"Oh? And why did you decide to start messing with my already messed-up head?" said Phoenix.

"When Elrond told you that you are a descendant of Aragorn and Arwen, he didn't quite tell you everything," said Legolas. Phoenix raised an eyebrow.

"You are the LAST living descendant of Aragorn and Arwen," he said, "All the others are dead. That makes you the Queen of Gondor, or what's left of it. Congratulations, you are Queen of a family of seven and five hundred acres in central Italy!"

"You're joking, right?" said Phoenix, "How can I be the last living descendant…Phoebe…"

"It's from your father's side of the family," said Legolas, "Aragorn's last name was Telcontar and over the years it got changed and mispronounced until you get Turner! The Charmed Ones are on your mother's side, no relation to Aragorn and Arwen."

"Oh boy," said Phoenix, resting her head on the table, "This is heavy."

"Mmm," said Legolas, "I know. Wait til you find out why we need you."

"Why?"

"You're not gonna like it, I promise you that," he said.

"Why?"

"The orcs are getting out of hand," he said, "Some of them survived Aragorn's campaigns to wipe them out. Unfortunately, they've started to increase in number and we're struggling to keep them in check. Two years ago, they launched their campaign to destroy all Aragorn's heirs. It coincided with the night you moved here. A matter of hours after you left your home in England, orcs raided it. That was when the few heirs left were wiped out simultaneously, leaving only you, as Queen. We need you to help us find the one Elvish blade left that the orcs still fear. You see, Elvish magic has dwindled to almost nothing. The only blade left that still has enough Elvish magic to scare and effectively kill the orcs is Anduril. But no one except the heir of Aragorn can find it and touch it, let alone wield it. We've searched and searched but we cannot find it. That is why the orcs tried to kill you. You're the only one who can fight them now."

"Oh! No pressure then," said Phoenix, almost sliding off the chair. Legolas tilted his head to one side as Phoenix stared at her feet. "You don't remember do you?" he said. Phoenix looked at him and he laughed. "Of course you don't, you were unconscious," he said.

"What?" she asked, "Remember what?"

"You know the car crash on the night you arrived here?" Phoenix nodded.

"I pulled you out," said Legolas, "I'd received a tip-off about you coming in and was making sure you were headed the right way. Then that demon…"

"Why didn't you pull my mum out?" asked Phoenix.

"There wasn't time," he said, "I was under orders to ensure YOUR safe arrival at the Halliwell's. I did go back for your mother but the engine blew before I managed to get there. Threw me off my feet. Your mum was dead before I could get to her."

"Oh," said Phoenix, "Well, at least you tried. I can understand why you took me first."

"I'm also the one who called it in," he added.

"Alright, I've thanked you, don't push your luck, Elf-boy," said Phoenix.

"Elf-boy?!" said Legolas, "You're as bad as Gimli. Anyway, we were going to reveal ourselves sooner but then your powers started emerging and we thought it best to leave you be for a while."

"Hey, have you been having Elves watch me?" asked Phoenix, thinking immediately of Cir, trapped in his watery prison. Legolas nodded.

"Was one of them called Cir?" she asked.

"Yeah, actually, Cir was assigned to you, last year," said Legolas, "He's Elrond and Celebrian's son, and he was born after they returned from the Undying Lands. Why? Have you seen him recently? He's been gone for a very long time and we're worried."

"Celebrian? I thought she died?" said Phoenix.

"No, she made it to the Undying Lands," said Legolas, "The Valar healed her. You probably won't meet her, she works in Europe now. We're worried about Cir because…well he has a problem."

"Problem?" said Phoenix, thinking 'Yeah, he's a homicidal maniac!'

"He went into the Underworld during the nineteenth century and became addicted to demonic powers," said Legolas, "Gave him some kind of rush, thrill even, when he experienced them. Gandalf stripped him of all powers at the turn of the last century and he's been clean ever since. Where is he?" Phoenix shrugged.

"Not seen him in months," she answered truthfully, "How did he experience demonic powers?"

"There's a certain type of magical creature, they're called Power Givers," said Legolas, "Very rare, very powerful. They can give you any power you want for as long as you want. Cir ran into a few during his time underground." His watch beeped and he looked at it. "Time's up," he said, "I gotta get you home before Phoebe does." Phoenix stood up, a little unsteady at first but slowly got her balance back. She was wracked with guilt about Cir, but only because the Elves had no idea what had happened to him. She felt a slight twinge of pity for him, knowing he had a problem. But she did not regret doing what she did, trapping him in the locket and throwing him into the sea.