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The Black Stone

I found myself alone in one of the cold corridors of the Golden Hall, breathing hard and unable to stand properly so I lent my hand against the stone wall. The cold allowed for a chance to sober myself up.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

I wanted to bang my head against the wall I was that stupid, but I just stood still.

What was I thinking? I was practically flirting with the king's nephew while the first man I really cared for was watching.

And that look he gave me, it just about broke my heart.

My action could have been blamed on the alcohol, but even then my guilt would not change. Why was I flirting with Eomer anyway? He had given me no cause to want his attention, yet he seemed bring out the feminine side of me unknowingly.

Legolas ... and Eomer,

I began to think about it more carefully about the two. Legolas was an elf, I was a human. It would never work, nor would it come to be. So why was I getting myself so wrapped up in something that would never happen?

Now Eomer on the other hand, he wasn't by any means unattractive, in fact once I had gotten past his stubborn pride issues I found that he was in some ways charming. Eowyn did mentioned that he talked about me a lot, perhaps her little comments from early were true. Maybe it was better for me to perhaps... pursue a possible attraction.

But as I tried to imagine that possibility, my mind kept picturing Legolas instead. Every time I thought of him, my chest was filled to the brim with affection, adoration and love for him. So much so it hurt, even more then all the times I was sick.

When I thought I was to be on my own, I heard the sound of shoes lightly hitting the floor. There was only one person who could be so quiet.

"Legolas, I would really like to be alone right now." I didn't mean to sound so rude. It was just if I looked at him again I felt that I might have tried to say something stupid.

But still he approached me, and I still would not look at him.

"Have I offended you Deorwynn?" He asked quietly, "What? No! No, of course not. It's just that ..." I was lost for words and continued to stare at the stone, "Never mind. It's nothing."

"Deorwynn." Legolas said seriously, "Look me in the eye and say that."

I did look at him, I looked his right into his eyes yet could say nothing. He was so close to me.

I tried to leave in my stubborn haste to avoid humiliation, but I was once again a victim to the elf's speed and was stopped by him. He grabbed my arm roughly and trapped me between the wall and himself.

"Now Deorwynn, what have I done to upset you?" He asked, his voice dangerously low. I swallowed hard and tried to remain calm.

"You have done nothing Legolas." I said very slowly.

"Was it because I ... was inappropriate before, I am sorry for such behaviour."

"No, I forgive you for that."

"Then why ...?"

"Why what?"

"Why throw yourself at ... at the horse master?" He sounded angry, but I was defiantly the one was angry, and hurt that he thought I would do something like that.

"You think I threw myself at him? For your information he was the one who ..." I stopped myself before I went off on a rant, but I wasn't finished just yet.

"Why do you care at all if I'm with another man?" My eyebrows creased as I stared at him intensely, giving him the same look he gave me. The alcohol must have made me bold, for I was asking him outright whether or not he felt the same for me as I did for him. "Why do you look so angry when I talk to Eomer? Why did you ... touch me they way you did at Helm's Deep? Why d..."

I stopped talking when he slammed both hands against the wall next to my head.

"You are making this very difficult Deorwynn." His face was so close to mine our noses touched. He looked as if he was holding back from something.

My mind, so rattled by his action and alcohol, couldn't think of anything but touching him again. I wanted to feel his lips again, to be held in his arms.

"Just tell me. Why?"

He couldn't answer for Gimli came stumbling into the corridor, drunk beyond anything and searching for a rematch. Legolas went over to help his friend, and I escaped.

I had been through a terrible battle, watched my brother die, seen monsters that I could never imagine, but nothing compared to the pain the feelings swirling within me caused as they battled with my mind. I made my way to the bedchamber Theoden had prepared for us. Mattresses and blankets were laid out all over the ground, but I let myself sit on one of the two beds, the one at the far end of the room and tried to free myself of my gown without ruining it, but it prove difficult with trembling fingers and watery eyes.

I had started to cry over how pathetic I felt right there and then.

Once it was off I located my new shirt and slipped it on along with my breeches. I felt myself again and fell back onto the soft bed and shut my eyes in a vain attempt to sleep.

In time I heard the other men enter the room, most in a loud, irritating manner. Gandalf was among them dragging Merry and Pippin along like spoilt children being set to bed. I did not know whether Legolas had come to bed yet, not that I really cared.

Finally sleep began to overtake me. My breathing slowed and my limbs felt heavy. The last thing I remembered before I fell into a deep slumber and an odd dream ... was the gentle tugging of a blanket over my cold body, and a warm hand touching my face.

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I was playing with Boromir and Faramir in the citadel. Faramir was it while Boromir and I were hiding from him.

I was crouching behind one of the large statues in the main hall, watching Faramir look aimlessly in the wrong spot for me.

I heard a laugh and a struggle.

Boromir had been found out and began to tackle Faramir playfully. All though he was a young adult now, he still played with us.

I stopped myself from laughing, but coughed and both boys looked over at me.

I ran, they perused. But I was always faster.

I ran to a part of the citadel I never been in before without thinking. A large door lay open to me and I ran for it.

The room was long, cold a dark. It frightened me.

At the end I could see a small light, I walked slowly toward it.

As I got closer, I could see a pedestal lit by a torch. On top of it, on a silk cushion, was a black ball.

I glanced behind to see if my brothers had followed me. They hadn't.

I got closer to the ball, staring at it with curious eyes. It was made of some sort of marble or crystal. I wanted to touch it.

My small fingers reached out and grazed the cool stone. At my touch, the colour of the stone began to swirl and change rapidly. I leaned in closer to get a better look.

An image appeared in the stone, one of mountains. Large, sharp mountains with black clouds looming behind them and the sound of thunder and fire brewing. I recognized them as the mountains that marked the land of Mordor, the place of nightmares of my earliest childhood.

The closer my face got to the stone, the closer Mordor seem to become.

The images changed and I could see black hills laced with smoke and fire. Then a half built tower came in sight. A black terrifying construction with thousands of creatures slaving away.

The stone grew hot and the image became that of glowing fire. From within the flames, I saw a single black slit, like a cat's eye, staring right into mine. Screams and a harsh language whispered through my mind, causing terrible pain.

I jerked my hand away from the burning stone and fell backwards onto the cold hard floor.

"Deorwynn!" The stern voice of my father came from behind me.

I looked up and saw him, dresses in his long black robe with two advisers following him. He looked displeased.

I scrambled to stand and ran to him. "Papa!"

I flung my tiny arms around his waist and hugged him tightly. I was so terrified of what I just saw.

Father awkwardly patted my shoulders and pried me away from him, "Deorwynn, what are you doing down here?" He asked, seeming oblivious to my tears that now fell down my cheeks.

"I was ... I was playing ..." I hiccupped and rubbed my nose, "Papa, there was an eye. An eye within fire."

"Nonsense Deorwynn."

"But I saw it!" I cried, "What is that?"

"Enough!"

I cringed slightly at the sound of his voice. "You should not be playing around ancient artefacts. Nor do you need to know about such things."

Luckily Boromir and Faramir had arrived.

"Boromir, take your siblings and leave this place." Father pushed me along and walked over to the pedestal. I ran over to Faramir and clung to him, and he placed a supportive arm around me. Boromir ushered us out, but I looked over my shoulder to see Father place a cloth over the black stone.

And it was never spoken of again.

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"Help! Gandalf!"

I woke with a start at the sound of Merry's cries. I bolted right up and saw Pippin writhing on the floor in pain, the palantir which was glowing in his hands. The door burst open and Aragon and Legolas ran in. Aragorn pulled the stone from Pippin but he too was overcome with whatever power it held and fell. Legolas thankfully caught him. The palantir slid out from his grasp and rolled straight towards me.

Within the stone I saw it. The same eye from my dream. From my past. Staring at me.

Gandalf threw a cloak over and it landed on the palantir. The eye was gone.

"Fool of a Took!" Gandalf yelled.

I looked over expecting Pippin to be looking sheepish, but he was laying on the floor still, a blank indescribable expression in his eyes. Gandalf moved Merry aside and knelt by the poor hobbit's side. I went over to Merry and put my hand on his shoulder. His small hand clutched it tightly.

After a silent moment, I heard Pippin's ragged breathing once more. Aragorn too had recovered and lent on Legolas for support.

"Gandalf... forgive me." Pippin's usually cheery voice was silent and fearful.

"Look at me. What did you see?" Gandalf asked earnestly. I leaned in closer to hear him.

" ... A tree ... there was a white tree, in a courtyard of stone ... it was dead"

A white tree? Could that mean The White Tree?

"The city was burning!"

What? Burning? No it had to be a lie. A trick of the mind.

"Minas Tirith? Is that what you saw?" Gandalf asked.

My breathing began to pick up and my mind began to panic.

Pippin's eyes widened as he answered, "I saw ... I saw Him! I could hear his voice inside my head."

Everyone's breath caught.

"And what did he tell you? ... Speak!" Pippin winced as Gandalf pressed him for answers. "He asked me my name, I didn't answer. He hurt me."

"What did you tell him about Frodo and the ring?"

Pippin was silent.

I should have been more worried about Frodo and Sam, about the mission being exposed. But at the moment, all I could think about was what Pippin said.

'The city was burning'

I looked around and saw Legolas looking at me, and he saw the fear in my eyes.


What is Dee's connection to the Lord of Mordor? find out in upcoming chapters.