Ram cursed again as she paced up and down the small cell she was put in. It was hardly big enough for her to take more than 4 steps before she turned into the wall again. She hated being in small rooms. She hated it, even more, to be locked into one for having a vision.

She saw an elf in the distance. But she knew it was pointless to call for them. They would just pretend she was not there. Ram kicked the wooden plate she had gotten with her dinner on it through the cell, to release some of her anger before she sat down.

She went through the things that happened that got her in that place once again in her mind.

She had been sitting next to the elven king. But then her vision hit her. Strider was being attacked by orks. When she snapped out of it, she was holding on to her blade. She dropped it when the two elf guards tackled her to the ground and threw her in this cell. She tried to explain herself, she asked for Gandalf and even Legolas. But they did not hear her plea.

Quick footsteps outside of her cell, made her lookup. A familiar face with long blond hair stood at her bars, looking from one side to the other.

"I can't stay long, so listen up. I don't know why you tried to attack my father, but I know you weren't yourself. My father is sending Gandalf away, he can not come to you. He tried."

Ram shot up and ran to the bars. "Legolas please, He needs to find Strider. He is in danger. I had a vision of him being attacked and my body reacted to that. You have to believe me Legolas. I would never attack your father."

The elf nodded. "I know that flower, but it is the law. I will see what I can do."

With that he left again, leaving Ram in the loneliness of her cell.

It took three days for her to have anyone else speak to her. It was an unknown woodelf this time, who told her to behave herself as he put shackles on her wrists to take her to the king.

When she arrived in the throneroom, Thranduil was sitting on his high throne. "Well, we meet again." The tone of his voice was cold and calculated. "My Lord." Ram bowed her head for him, she was in no position to defy him. She needed to leave as soon as possible.

"So you say. But you attacked me with blind hate only a week ago."

The elf raised his brow at her. "forgive me, my Lord, I was not myself."

King Thranduil laughed. It was cold and short. "I know you were not the same as the one who is standing before me. Your eyes had turned into a milky white."

"Then why did you put me into a cell my Lord?" Ram asked, hiding the anger from her voice. "You were not Ram the ranger, You were Cailean, Queen of men."

What was he talking about? Ram's mind ran quickly.

"You, my dear, are part of a prophecy. Since neither Lord Elrond, Nor Mithrandir wanted to tell you. I will. Your ancestor was to be married to the witchking and rule by his side. Forever in love with him, like a slave, no longer holding any free will." Thranduil got to his feet. "She broke free, before they could wed, so he placed a curse on her and her line." He walked towards her. "The woman, destined for the throne of Arthedal, would be bound the high king of men. The witchking. And be his protector, his lover and his wife."

The elf king was now standing before her. "Since the witchking was in danger a few days ago, you turned defensive and attacked me."

Ram froze, the reality of the king's words freezing her heart. She had heard the prophecy as well. But never, had they told her it was about the switching. Or that is was about her, what it meant to her.

She thought she was protecting Strider. But all along she had been reacting to the enemy.

Ram fell to her knees as reality hit her hard. The dreams she had of murdering the man she loved, the visions, the black rider who had been after her. It all connected. Even the rovers had been trying to find her to take her to the witchking. It was all her fault.

"See, my dear." King Thranduil spoke as he turned away from her. "This is why I can not let you go. I will keep you here. To protect the world."

The king walked out and the woodelves grabbed hold of her again. But Ram did not protest and walked with them. Her defiance had left her and an empty shell of herself was walking back to her cell.

Her mind was empty in defeat. Years she gave up everything willingly to protect her lands, the people in it. But now it seemed it had all been in vain. She was to be a mindless slave of one who was so much more powerful then she was. He would have her kill Strider. She was sure of it. To kill the man she loved to ensure her loyalty to the witchking.

Alone in her cell, Ram finally gave in to the tears that came. She lost her breath as she cried in her hands. Her sobs echoing in King Thranduil's cells.

The days past Ram by, her recognition of them was escaping her. She hardly ate, or sleep.

It was during one night, she was looking out of her cell when she saw a small light appear in the distance. It got closer, waking Ram up from her dreamlike state.

Two figures were moving in the night. They arrived at her door. Their dark hoods covering their faces. One of them took out a large key and opened her cell. "Come quick." A soft voice spoke. But Ram shook her head. "No, I am a danger to all."

A huff came from the other figure. "I told you not to let him get in your head Ram. Come on. We leave now."

But Ram crossed her arms. "No."

"Strider needs your help." The first figure spoke.

"He does not. I am the one who kills him when the witch king tells me too."

Ram snapped quietly.

The second figure sighed after a moment of silence. "He told you about the prophecy. Now listen here. The witchking isn't the only high king of men in this world. There is one with more rights to that title."

"I am sure he would use me as his weapon," Ram snapped.

The first figure pulled down his hood. Legolas was glaring at her. "Aragorn will never do such a thing. Now we don't have time for this. Either you come with us, or I swear to Elbereth I will throw you over my shoulder and drag you out of this cell."

Ram's head snapped towards the two figures. "Wait? What?"

"Flower I want to explain, but we need to move now. We will talk later."

Ram sighed and nodded. Pushing the feeling of being powerless deep inside her. "Lead the way."

The figure closest to her handed her a grey cloak, which she wrapped around herself, covering her head and face. "My weapons?" She asked as they started to move. "In time dear. In time."

They moved in the cover of darkness, moving fast, and before she realized, Ram was outside of the elven stronghold and in the forest. They traveled through the night and when the sun started to rise, they slowed down. The two figures lowered their hoods and before her Legolas and Gandalf were looking at her. "You got my weapons?" Ram asked unimpressed by the reveal.

Legolas smiled and nodded, handing her the shield and sword, as Gandalf handed her her pack.

She looked from one to the other. "So.. now what?"