Now I haven't completely forgotten about our dear dwarves and neither has Dinenloth. When she reached Lorien by nightfall, the trees immediately told her of the dwarves plight of being chased by orcs.

"What is wrong, Míweth?" Glorfindel asked, worried as she gazed toward the north with unease.

"Trouble," was her one worded response before placing a hand on a tree and shutting all out to learn of the company's exact location.

What happened instead was that her mind had traversed the path. It was a most extraordinary sensation! Never had this happened before! She could feel all the plants and every connection they had! The scent of the many flora's and of earth flooded her senses, creating images that showed what plants she passed through.

All to soon for her, the path came to a stop. Through her senses she could "see" Mithrandir telling the others to climb the trees. She "watched" and "felt" everyone climb high into the trees. It wasn't long before the orcs and their wargs arrived.

"I must help them in some way, or else they shall either be captured or killed!"

Through this new found connection she pleaded with the trees to awaken and help her companions.

"Please, save them! Save them from the orcs and wargs! There is still much they have to accomplish. They can not meet death in such a place!"

Without hesitation, roots struck from beneath the ground, attacking any that dared harm the dwarves, wizard, and hobbit. The attack caught all by surprise.

"What's going on!?" was shouted not only from the dwarves and hobbit, but also from the orcs, though they probably said it in a more vulgar way which I do not intend on writing.

"Didn't this happen before when those trolls were going to eat us?" Bombur questioned loud enough for the others to hear.

"Yeah!" exclaimed several of them.

"Who's doing this?" asked Biblo.

"Misteth," both Thorin and Gandalf said, though Thorin's came out a little gruff as once again being rescued by her while Gandalf's voice held some amusement.

Azog did not back down from this sudden attack and ordered all the trees to be burned. Torches were lit and thrown. Flames and smoke rose high into the air and eagerly engulfed the area, seeking more to burn and smother.

Dinenloth's senses were lit with intense pain. Amongst the screams of the trees, she thought she heard a person scream as well, but wasn't sure who.

Her body burned! She knew not how to escape from the pain! So many trees! They were burning and dying! She "felt" all their pain; she "heard" all their screams!

Help! Someone help!

"Míweth!"

"Amariel!"

It all disappeared. There was no fire, intense heat, pain, smoke, trees burning. It was all gone. She gasped at the sudden change. A cool breeze caused her to shiver. Her eyes and mind readjusted to her surroundings. What she saw before her face were two highly worried and scared elves. Behind them was a starry lit sky. Arms that felt much like Glorfindel's held her tighter.

She knew it was his because as always when in his arms, she felt so protected and loved. There was nothing to fear. His light chased away all her fears, leaving her to bask within his caressing warmth.

She tried to speak to them, wondering why their faces appeared so fearful, but her mouth refused to work. In fact, no part of her body responded. Her sight was the last to go. Slowly, slowly all disappeared, until all that was left was . . . darkness.

Author's Note: At last! Though short, I have at last given Glorfindel a moment with fair Dinenloth! Okay, so it's her explaining how she knows he's holding her. Still it's some insight on what she feels toward him.

What's this? A power awakening within her? Was this part of the power Yavanna bestowed upon her or something different? Why was she even given such power? What was Yavanna planning?