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Elvish

Despite announcing that they needed to talk, no one had spoken a word for several minutes. Adara was at a lost on what to say. She felt like she should say sorry for what had happened to Gandalf but she knew that the Ranger would not accept anymore apologies from her. He only wanted the why... and she was not so sure that she could give him that. She couldn't see anything good coming from her telling Aragorn about Gandalf needing to die.

"Why?," his gravelly voice broke the uncomfortable silence around them. "Why didn't you warn him? Why didn't you save him?"

Looking the man in the eyes, she tried to convey everything she felt into her gaze, hoping that he would understand the internal struggle she was currently going through.

"I don't know what to say; what to tell you."

He stood abruptly, startling her from her reverie. "Give me anything. Anything at all. Any explanation..." He started pacing in front of her, his eyes locked into her form throughout every step.

"I-It was not my place, Aragorn," she tried to explain. "I didn't warn him because I could not save him. It was his fate to fall..."

Her eyes began to sting as tears gathered in them. "You seem to think that I have these visions so I can change outcomes but sometimes these things are set in stone."

Brown eyes locked with blue. "Some things can't be changed Aragorn. You of all people should be able to understand that."

Aragorn shook his head at her words, the frustration, pain and anger still visible in every chasm of his body. "I don't believe that Adara," he stood in front of her, pacing and wringing his hands together. "I can't."

Hearing his words, she knew that the both of them were thinking about the same thing. About his own destiny... One that Aragorn had spent his whole life running from. Looking at the Ranger, it was clear that Gandalf's death was not the only thing bothering the Dunedain. "I cannot believe that things are set in stone for that means that I will fall prey. Just like my ancestors..."

Adara shook her head in disagreement, wanting to run towards the man and placate his fears but they weren't here to discuss him, they needed to talk about Gandalf. "The future is deceptive Aragorn. Some things cannot be changed no matter how much one tries," her words were sounding more and more like those spoken in her dream from Moria... and it frightened her more as those images re-entered her mind. "While other events are not so set in stone."

"Gandalf's death was one such thing that could not be changed," she told him. "I don't know how else to explain it. I'm sorry, I feel like shit but I couldn't save him."

She stood walking towards the pacing Ranger and grabbing his hands, pulling him to a stop in front of her. "But do not take that to mean that you are doomed to fall like the Kings of Old," she said, gazing into his blue eyes, not realising just how close the two of them were standing to each other. "Gandalf's path has already been written since the beginning of time but yours is yet to be written."

The tears that had begun to gather in her brown eyes at the beginning of their conversation flowed down her cheeks now. Images penetrated her overwhelmed mind. Gandalf falling. Boromir falling. Arwen. "Please understand me when I say that I would never ever do anything to harm the Fellowship. I would die before letting anything happen to you or the others," she pleaded with him earnestly. Adara hoped beyond everything that the Ranger believed her.

Her hope was crushed when she heard the tired sigh from him and saw the shake of his head, almost as if her words had done nothing to placate his inner worries. "I-I don't know. How can I trust you, trust your word after you openly admitted that you knew what would happen to Gandalf and said nothing at all?," the Ranger lifted his head to look her in the eyes. She was struck with the sadness she saw in his blue depths.

Aragorn turned his back towards her as if to walk away from her but stopped and glanced back at her over his shoulder. "You may continue travelling with us as is the will of Lord Elrond, Gandalf and the Council but, I need time."

"I just need time to understand." Aragorn strode away from her as tears spilt down her cheeks and small sobs escaped her mouth. Guilt consumed her as she sat in the grove, once again questioning herself and her actions.

She was alone. The others had all left her to her own devices as soon as they caught the bags under her eyes and the expression on her face. Aragorn had not acknowledged her once unless he absolutely had to. She knew that the others had begun to notice and were curious but she felt no need to explain anything. She couldn't even if she wanted to. She just needed time.

Adara decided to go for a walk, maybe that would clear her mind and shadow her guilt for at least a few minutes. The beauty of Lothlórien wasn't lost on her but it seemed even the forest and power of the Lady Galadriel could not sway her guilt even for a short time. Why was she here? Why did she even agree to go with the Fellowship? She could have easily just told Gandalf and Aragorn the events of what would happen but no. She had to travel with them. I guess she didn't realise how hard it would be to develop friendships within the Fellowship yet know their fates.

"Adara?" she heard a small voice say, startling the distracted lady from her wayward thoughts.

Looking to her left, she saw Frodo. The hobbit was standing a good ways away from her with a hesitant smile on his face. "Hello Frodo," she greeted him with a hesitant smile of her own.

His hairy feet trampled across the forest floor towards where she stood. He timidly looked up at the lady before glancing away. "Are-are you okay?," he stuttered, lightly biting his lower lip nervously. "Y-you don't look so good... I just wanted to know if there was anything I could do."

Adara shrugged her shoulders. She actually did not know what he could possibly do to help her. "I'm not sure if this is something you can 'help' me with Frodo."

She sat down on the forest floor, the skirt of her white dress billowed around her lightly resting against the grass and her legs. The hobbit sat down beside her with a tense smile on his face.

"Does whatever is going on have to do with Aragorn?" she glanced at him sharply making the hobbit unintentionally flinch. Frodo had never seen her look like that at anyone, let alone him. Her gaze softened when she saw Frodos' reaction.

Adara reached out and placed her hand on his shoulder placatingly, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Aragorn and I have things which need to be sorted out. Do not worry for us, we will be ok." Hopefully she added in her mind.

Standing, she continued her walk without the pitter patter of the Hobbits feet close behind hers. She stayed out and about until night fell, only returning when an elf of the Guard came for her saying that her companions were searching for her and would not rest until she returned to their camp.

The atmosphere of their camp was tense as soon as she appeared. Aragorn barely glanced at her making a small bout of irritation rise in her. Why couldn't he see that she was sorry? Why was he making everything so much more worse than it already was? Looking around the campsite, the Hobbits had sat close to each other making their own tight knit group while Gimli slept deeply, his snores disturbing everyone at this point. Boromir sat by himself as usual, his back to everyone while Legolas stood a little bit away and simply stared at all of them... almost as if he was making sure that we were all still there.

That thought snuffed out her irritation with Aragorn. She was the cause of that. Legolas was an Elf. He wasn't use to the concept of life and death. And why would he be when he came from a species where everyone was immortal and even if killed, they would be reincarnated anyway and returned to Valinor. Legolas had never tasted the bitterness that came with being human like the Hobbits, Gimli, Boromir, Aragorn and she understood. They understood that while life provided so much happiness, they also understood that it wouldn't last forever for them. They lived, loved, they everything with the knowledge that one day they must leave it all behind. Legolas didn't understand that... but now he did.

Getting comfortable on her bed, Adara simply laid there, no signs of sleep anytime soon. She started to hum under her breath, the exact same song that Aragorn had heard her singing back in Rivendell all that time ago. Before she knew it, she had lulled herself into a deep sleep. Aragorn walked over to her, looking upon her sleeping figure before reaching down and covering her with her blanket throw. He did all this unaware of the six pairs of eyes currently watching him. With a sigh he stood and decided to sleep this head and heartache away.

As the night wore on, everyone in the Fellowship rested with Legolas being the last one to sleep unaware of the turmoil that their female companion was secretly facing in what looked like a peaceful sleep.

As the sun slowly rose in Middle Earth so did the Fellowship. Unsurprisingly, Legolas and Aragorn were the first to wake followed by Boromir and then Gimli. The males all thought it was weird that their female companion was not yet awake as she usually rose just as early if not earlier than even Legolas. They just put it down to her being really tired as they all had seen the dark circles under her eyes. The Ranger however could not help but think it was another reason as she had been sleeping less and less since leaving Moria. His fear further heightened when the Hobbits woke before her.

Standing, Aragorn ambled over to her before he lightly tapped her shoulder. A simple tap used to be able to wake her after having been living the Wild for so long but she still did not wake nor startle. Next, he tried shaking her awake. Instead she stayed limp in his arms, not a single sound or movement seen from the woman. This alerted the rest of the Fellowship. Soon Aragorn was shaking her violently in a bid to wake her to no avail. Frightened and scared, Legolas pulled the young lady into his arms and ran towards the Healing House with the others following close behind the Elf, ordering a guard nearby to bring the Lady Galadriel.

"What happened?" the Lady asked all of them as she rushed into the room.

Aragorn answered, "We do not know. She wasn't waking," he said. "She usually rises early but we did not think anything of it when she woke a little later than usual."

"It was only when the Hobbits woke before her that we were alarmed." The Ranger told Galadriel.

Galadriel nodded before she walked towards the woman on the bed. "I am no healer like Elrond but I will try my best to help."

Both Aragorn and Legolas nodded at her before telling the others what she had said and offering their own thanks aswell. She had to admit that ever since her first meeting with the young lady, she was curious. What was so special about this woman that the Valar had closed her mind off to even her? Galadriel had no time to dwell on such questions though. She called all the healers to come help and they immediately got to work, kicking the rest of the Fellowship members out of the room with little protests.

After what feels like hours, the healers leave the room allowing the Fellowship back inside with the Lady Galadriel. "We did everything we could..." she told the group of men. "But aside from exhaustion and a few minor cuts, she is perfectly fine."

"The why is she sleeping so much?" Gimli asked the Elf Lady.

"I'm afraid that I do not know, Master Dwarf," Galadriel replied. "For now, you can only wait and hope that she wakes."

The Lady of Lothlórien left them to their devices, wondering what it was that was happening with the sleeping young lady. The room was plunged into a tense atmosphere, no words being spoken as they all simply wait and hope that Adara would wake. Frodo simply hoped that she would wake soon. He did not think that he could handle if they lost another. Even though he did not speak his thoughts aloud, he knew that they were all in agreement. They could not lose another.

While the Fellowship waited for their companion to wake, said companion opened her eyes to unknown hallways. Looking around, she didn't recognise a single thing around her. Fear started to well up inside her as she looked at her unfamiliar surroundings. Where was everyone?

"Aragorn!" she called out, deciding that standing at the one spot would do her no good, she just hoped that nothing hostile was closeby or she wouldn't survive when she noticed the absence of her weapons.

"Frodo! Sam!"

"Anyone?!"

As she walked down many endless hallways with nothing in sight, a door suddenly appeared out of nowhere. "That wasn't suspicious at all." Adara whispered to herself as she cautiously made her way towards the door before she stopped. "This is how people always die in those scary movies," she said aloud. "Things appear out of nowhere and instead of running away from it, they go towards it."

With those thoughts in mind, she decided to turn back the way she came only to see the exact same door behind her. "Ok I'm getting scared now." Fearfully, she walked the final steps towards the door before opening it and stepping inside the brightly lit room with her eyes screwed shut. If she was going to die then she didn't want to watch.

Adara stood there for a few minutes before she cautiously opened her eyes to see fourteen figures in front of her. Not wanting to believe it, she closed her eyes immediately, pleading with everything in her that what she was seeing was all a dream. When she reopened her eyes and they were still there, she groaned in exasperation before bowing lowly at them and muttering I should have known under her breath to the amusement of all in the room.

"Adara Caine," a single voice spoke. The man, if you could even call him that, was handsome if a bit eccentric with his blue eyes almost perfectly matching his clothes. He had dark hair, reminiscent of Arwen if she had to pick. He was indeed handsome... but also beautiful. He had this air of authority about him, an authority that she could see the other thirteen respected. "I assume you know who it is we are."

With her gaze now upon the floor, she spoke, "I do, My Lord." she responded to him.

"The Valar."

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