CONTENT WARNING: Rated M for: Strong language and violence.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything created by Tolkein and Middle-Earth. I do not own the song "Eavesdrop" by The Civil Wars. This is for entertainment only.

A/N: Talk about a memorable first impression, am I right?
Alright my lovelies, buckle up because this chapter is LLOONNGG. I got in a groove with writing it and I couldn't really find a logical place to break it up.
So without further adieu... enjoy!


Chapter 8 - Celebrations & Screams
Sunrise sunset, sunrise, sunset, swiftly flow the day.,
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers, blossoming even as they gaze…
Sunrise sunset, sunrise, sunset! Swiftly fly the years,.
One season following another, laden with happiness and tears…
"Sunrise, Sunset" from Fiddler on the Roof


Stabbing a King.

Aurora cringed as she thought back on the moment. I wonder how bad of a first impression was required before an execution is ordered. She began to quietly make a list of farewells to make before her execution. Maybe she should write out a final will and testament as soon as they returned. I mean… She would leave everything to Augustus anyways; so I guess that would be pointless.

When they finally arrived through the gates of Rivendell; they were met with a panicked scene. Elves that looked to be soldiers of some kind were beginning to mount horses. Lord Elrond and Lord Celeborn already sitting atop their mounts; swords at their side. All the commotion stopped when King Thranduil and Prince Legolas came through the gates, followed closely behind by Aurora. Lords Elrond & Celeborn quickly dismounted and ran to where the Prince was assisting his father in dismounting his Elk. Lord Elrond, foregoing proper etiquette moved quickly to the King's side, muttering something low that Aurora could not here.

"We need to get his Majesty to the healing halls," Lord Elrond ordered, "Now!"

Lord Elrond led the King, once again cradling his arm with the other, away quickly and as Lord Celeborn stepped forward to greet Legolas. Both men placing a hand over their heart and nodding respectfully. "Do you require healing, Your Grace?" Celeborn asked the young Prince.

"No, my Lord. I am well. However," Legolas briefly paused and looked back to the elleth still atop her horse, "Lady Aurora… te harn. Di nestathog? "

For the first time, Celeborn realized that Aurora was present. His eyes widened in horror at the sight of her. The tunic she wore was ripped from the right shoulder, a hole large enough that the tunic had almost been cut in two. There was a large cut across her right shoulder that went over her collarbone. He face had a deep red mark across her left cheek and her lower lip was split open. Her disheveled hair had broken loose from the braid and fell around her face. Her breathing was uneven and she was trembling.

"By the Valar!" Celeborn exclaimed as he moved quickly to the side of Aurora and helped her off Egg. Instead of her feet touching the ground, Aurora felt herself pulled tight to Celeborn's chest as he walked in the direction that Lord Elrond and the King had left. "Ni dem achin, Aurora." He whispered softly into her hair. "After Lord Elrond is finished tending to the Elvenking's wound; I will ensure that he cares for you."

Aurora let out an audible groan and Celeborn stared down at her, his brow furrowed in concern. "I am in so much trouble, hir nin."

"What would make you say such a thing, child?"

"The short version," Aurora shifted in his arms and sighed heavily, "... I am the one who stabbed King Thranduil." Lord Celeborn stopped in his tracks and met Aurora's eyes with shock. "In my defense," she spoke again, "I had just been forced to fight off to men who were attacking me and he grabbed my arm from behind and I… Well…. I panicked."

"This is something that will require further discussion," Celeborn spoke calmly, "but as the King seems more than likely to recover from his injury; we should focus on your wellbeing right now."

Lord Celeborn walked through an archway and into a room that was bustling with activity. There were 8 beds that lined the walls, curtains separating them from each other. With the exception of the bed at the farthest end of the room all of them were empty. Aurora caught a glimpse of silver-blonde hair through the curtain as she was placed in a bed on the opposite side of the room.

"Posto hi." Lord Celeborn whispered touching Aurora's cheek lightly. and walked towards the closed curtain where, she assumed, the King was being treated.

As she lay in the bed waiting; she could faintly hear winces of pain and soft Elvish muttering. Aurora closed her eyes as her brain began to replay the mornings events in her head. The sun on her face, the wind as she rode through the trees. The snapping branches. The men. The hot breath on her neck. Running. Fear. Falling. Terror. Aurora's eyes shot open and she realized that she was having difficulty breathing. Her chest was tightening and she felt tears stinging to back of her eyes. She swung her legs out of bed and began walking towards the archway. She must have stood up too quickly because her head instantly felt light-headed and she lost her balance, stumbling into a chair that toppled to the ground. The noise echoing throughout the healing hall.

As she stood back up she heard a curtain being pulled back on the far end of the room. When she looked up again she saw Lord Elrond, Lord Celeborn and King Thranduil standing in the room, looks of concern on their faces.

At this, Aurora couldn't hold back anymore and a tear silently slid down her cheek. "I'm sorry… I didn't me to… I was only…" She found herself trembling more and she looked up at the elven men; her eyes locking with the fathomless blue eyes of King Thranduil. Her voice catching in her throat once more as she let out an audible sob. "I'm sorry." As she spoke this final apology she turned from the men and ran from the room.

She wasn't sure which of the elven men had called after her, but she didn't care. She just needed to be alone.

She ran the familiar path through the garden breaking into the clearing. She made her way towards the waterfall, her legs giving out as she reached the stones that surrounded the pond. She hit the ground hard but didn't care. She sobbed openly now, letting her tears disturb the serenity of the pond. She slowly pulled her legs into her chest and hugged her knees as close as she could.

She didn't know what to do. She didn't know how to feel. The only idea coming to her mind was to jump on Egg and ride out to find Augustus. She needed her brother. He was the only one that made her feel completely safe.

She sat at the pond's edge for a long time. She wasn't sure when it happened but she had stopped crying. She still held her legs tight against her chest but she slowly opened her eyes and took a few long, deep breaths.

"Lady Aurora."

Although they had only spoken a few words to each other, Aurora didn't need to look up to see who had joined her in the clearing. His voice spoke with as much authority as his title held.

"Are you going to kill me?" The question in a whisper so soft that she wasn't sure if she had actually spoken.

King Thranduil walked towards the frightened girl. Had it not been for the fear and complete despair in her voice he would've scoffed at such a question. He stepped softly until he was standing next to her. "Lady Aurora, look at me."

Aurora took several deep breaths and looked up and into the piercing blue of the King's eyes. He had removed his blue robe and the sleeves of his white tunic rolled up to just below his elbows. She could see a white bandage wrapped around his left arm just above his wrist. Thranduil cocked his head slightly as their eyes met. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying which caused the jade color of her eyes to shine even more dramatically. Her dirty blonde hair was tangled and matted otherwise he would've thought she could be quite pretty.

King Thranduil surprised Aurora when he knelt down so his face was level to hers, "Although I may have a reputation for being a cold and heartless King; I do not make it a habit to execute elleth's who were simply defending themselves from an attack that no one should have to endure." Aurora felt lost in the depths of his eyes. They remained calm and indifferent; however his voice sang with sincere kindness and concern.

A single tear fell down her cheek once more, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty."

"There is nothing to forgive. You are safe now." She felt the ghost of a finger as her tear was brushed away. They stared at each other for a moment. Aurora saw his eyes start to drift to the torn hole in her tunic. Aurora suddenly became aware of her exposed shoulder and moved to cover it with the hanging pieces of her tunic.

King Thranduil rose back to his feet and offered Aurora a gloved hand, she cautiously accepted and felt herself gracefully pulled to her feet. As soon as she was steady on her feet, he dropped her hand and took a step back. He watched as she clutched the fabric around her shoulder and turned to leave the clearing.

"Lady Aurora," he spoke louder than before but still with an edge of gentleness. Neither of them looking at each other as she paused in her steps. With her back turned to him, Aurora did not see Thranduil quickly brushed his hand over the left side of his face, "Scars are nothing to be ashamed of."

Aurora lowered moved her head slightly as if she meant to look back at him over her shoulder, but at the last moment she stopped. Leaving her face in a profile that was shadowed by the nearby trees. "Sometimes the shame lies in the reason… Not the reminder left behind."

Aurora walked from the clearing, leaving the Elvenking alone with her final words echoing in his ears.


Aurora propped herself up against the large pillows of her bed and looked out the window, the sunset filling her room with a deep orange hue. Her peace was interrupted when the doors of her room burst open and they came charging in to where she was relaxing.

"Holy fuck, Auri!" Augustus launched himself onto her bed and brought her close in a hug so tight that it threatened to open the stitches in her shoulder.

"I'm okay." She breathed, glancing over his shoulder to see the Elven twins and Haldir standing at the foot of her bed, "Really". She emphasized, seeing the look of concern in their eyes.

"Lady Aurora, you are not." Haldir spoke with an edge in his voice, but she knew that the anger wasn't directed towards her. "If Aran Thranduil and Caun Legolas had not arrived when they did -" He cut himself off, everyone finishing his thought in their own head.

"But they did." Aurora spoke softly as Augustus broke their embrace and sat at the edge of her bed. "Please, don't dwell on what could have happened. It will do us no good." There was a silent agreement to honor her request. With quiet nods Elladan, Elrohir and Haldir left the room so Aurora could have some time with her brother. As she looked at him, he saw the slight pink around his eyes and reached for his hand.

"Augs…" She began but realized that she couldn't think of anything to say. She heard a sob catch in his throat and she squeezed his hand tighter. She knew what he was thinking about. What he was remembering. "What do you say we jam tonight? I found a room with a piano a few days ago that looks like it has been left alone for far too long.

Augustus gave her a weak smile and nodded.


The next few days were full of preparation for the Solstice celebration. Aurora had been trying to keep her mind distracted by helping any way she could; which meant she stayed out of everyone's way most of the time. Arwen has been kind enough to help Aurora design a dress for her first Elven celebration and Aurora was very excited with the end result.

The night of the festival arrived and Aurora had just finished getting dressed. She opened the door to find Augs standing on the other side; his hand raised like he was about to knock.

"Augustus Merek!" Aurora gasped looking her brother over in amazement. He worse black boots and leggings and a blue tunic that brought out the color in his jade eyes even more. "Aren't you quite the handsome elf."

Augustus laughed at his sisters compliment, "You don't look half bad yourself, Aurora." Augustus smiled and took his sister's arm in his, "I know that we have a big night tonight. But, considering the celebration doesn't start until after sunset, I was hoping that I could kidnap you."

"Kidn-" Aurora looked at her brother confused. "What do you mean?"

"Well… That's the thing about kidnappings." Augustus smirked, "I can't tell you where we're going. That would defeat the purpose of a kidnapping."

"You are the worst." Aurora laughed.

Augustus led Aurora into her favorite garden and to the very familiar spot of the waterfall in the clearing. But something was different, at the edge of the pond a blanket had been laid down with a small basket. Aurora looked up to Augustus with questions in her eyes as they sat on the blanket. Augustus opened the small basket and Aurora choked back a laugh.

He brought out several items that she recognized almost instantly ending with a small carafe of pink liquid with two glasses and Aurora almost started crying. To anyone else this was simply a small plate of cheese, apple slices and crackers accompanied with homemade strawberry lemonade.
But to Augustus and Aurora…

"I can't believe this." Aurora breathed as she looked over the picnic spread.

"You didn't think that just because we were transported to a different world we could break tradition, did you?" Augustus smiled and poured lemonade into both of the glasses. "I had to improvise the lemonade recipe a bit. Refined sugar is not exactly common here."

"It's perfect, " Aurora took a sip. The cool drink filling her with nostalgic happiness. "I wish they were here, Augs…"

"Me, too." Augustus set his drink on the ground and took a bite of an apple slice. "But, you know a part of them will always be with us. Every time we celebrate an equinox or solstice; they are with us somehow. Even if it's not how we want them to be here."


The grand hall was filled with people elegantly dressed for the celebration. People already laughing and sampling the array of wines that had been provided. Aurora watched in awe as the guests of honor entered.

First was Elvenking Thranduil, dressed once more in black boots and leggings; covered by deep violet robe that billowed behind him. Instead of a simple circlet his head was adorned with a grand crown that seemed to be made from a tree itself; it rose above his head in ominous elegance. Small light blue flowers, that to Aurora looked like Lily of the Nile, glittered the crown. Next to the Elven King Prince Legolas entered; wearing brown leggings and matching boots covered in a teal tunic. A simple silver circlet placed on his head. The two silver-blond elves walked gracefully to the opposite side of the hall where an elevated table had been arranged.

Next to Enter was Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel. Both adorned in silver robes and simple circlets on their heads. Following closely behind was the Marchwarden Haldir. His ceremonial robes of green and silver shining in the candlelight. The Lord held his Lady's hand with reverence as he led them across the room to stand next to the Elvenking and his son.

Last to enter was Lord Elrond, his layered red robes flowing elegantly around him. Holding his hand was an elleth who exuded elegance. Her golden robes accenting her fair skin perfectly. Aurora recognized the woman as Celebrian, Lord Elrond's wife and the daughter of Celeborn and Galadriel. Behind them was Arwen, a vision of perfection in a blush pink gown, her long brown hair flowing around her shoulders. Next to her entered Elladan and Elrohir looking far more dressed up than Aurora could recall seeing them. They matched, of course, There dark grey boots and leggings causing a complimentary contrast to their dark green tunics.

As Lord Elrond and his family took their place on the dais there was an eruption of applause in the hall. As the applause faded away, Lord Elrond stepped forward and raised a glass to the room.

"I wish to welcome all to this celebration!" He began, smiling wide, "Not only do the people of Rivendell celebrate the return of my sons; but we are honored to welcome the new season from Elven realms all across Arda. To everyone here, I raise a glass and wish that the Valar be gracious enough to grant us a blessed summer solstice."

At this Lord Elrond took his goblet and, after raising it in the air, he took a drink of his wine. Everyone in the hall following his motion.

Lord Elrond set his goblet on the table and took his wife's hand, "Now, as is customary, we will open the celebration with the Dance of Summer. As many of you are now aware in the last month we have had a new pair of elves join us." Lord Elrond turned his eyes to where Augustus and Aurora stood. "We have all come to care deeply for them and the many talents that they have graced us with in their short time here. One of these talents; however, was only recently discovered yesterday. My wife and I walked our great halls yesterday, our ears became enraptured by a beautiful melody floating through the air. As we entered the room where Augustus and Aurora were sitting; the song they sang spoke beautifully to both of us. After asking for another private performance of the song; we asked that they would consider performing the song as the background to our opening dance of the celebration. Graciously, they have agreed."

With a slight nod, Lord Elrond led his wife to the center of the floor, closely followed by Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel. Arwen had taken the arm of Prince Legolas and was being led to another spot on the floor. Ellehan, Elrohir and Haldir had escorted their partners to the floor; the only one who had not joined the dance floor was the Elvenking; who held his place at the center of the dais, his wine goblet in hand.

As Augustus lightly began to strum his guitar, the couples on the floor began to move gracefully to the melody. As the beautiful sound filled the hall, King Thranduil glanced down to where Lady Aurora stood. She did look quite lovely; the teal color of her dress made her skin appear as porcelain in the candlelight. Her hair was pulled back into a more refined version of the braid she worse the day of their meeting. Where her hair met at the top of the braid, barely below the crown of the back of her head; a comb had been placed in her hair. The top of the comb was adorned with unique flowers; their yellow petals were a beautiful contrast to the dark brown center. He had never seen anything so beautiful. As he looked over the elleth's appearance, he was struck with another beautiful touch to his senses as she started to sing.

Aurora:
I don't want to talk right now,
I just want your arms wrapped around
Me and this moment before it runs out.
Oh, don't say that it's over
Oh, no, say it ain't so

Both:
Let's let the stars watch, let them stare
Let the wind eavesdrop, I don't care
For all that we've got, don't let it go

Aurora:
Just hold me

Augustus:
I can't pull you closer than this
It's just you and the moon on my skin
Oh, who says it ever has to end
Oh, don't say that it's over
Oh, no, say it ain't so

As her brother sang, Aurora watched the dancing couples with a smile. Everyone looked so happy and peaceful. She scanned her eyes around the room taking in everything when something moved out of the corner of her eye. She glanced over her left shoulder to see the Elvenking staring down at her. His normally indifferent eyes seemed to shine in the night with a glimmer of happiness. He quietly lifted his goblet in her direction, nodded his head and then took a sip from it, not looking away from her jade eyes.

Aurora:
Let's let the stars watch, let them stare
Let the wind eavesdrop, I don't care
For all that we've got don't let go

Both:
Let's let the stars watch let them stare
Let the wind eavesdrop I don't care
For all that we've got don't let go
Just hold, just hold me
Just hold me
Just hold me
Just hold me

As the last notes of the song echoes around the hall there was another burst of applause as Augustus and Aurora bowed shyly.

As they walked away from the dais, they were quickly replaced by another quartet of instruments that started into a more lively song; other elves joining the dance floor. Aurora smiled as she saw Augustus being dragged onto the dance floor by a beautiful elleth in a flowing black gown. Over the next hour, Aurora found herself dancing more than she had in a very long time. She had practically be dragged onto the floor by Elladan and Elrohir when she tried to inform them that she did not enjoy dancing. Then she smiled and laughed as Haldir led her around the floor, only to be interrupted by Lord Celeborn for a waltz that came up. After the final strings she bowed politely and was able to slip out of one of the glass doors that led out to the balconies.

The cool air felt wonderful against her flushed skin. She quietly made her way to the balcony edge and rested her arms against the ledge. Taking in the splendor of the summer night.

"Lady Aurora."

She jumped and spun quickly to meet the eyes of the Elvenking. He stood under one of the trees that stretched over the balcony to offer a canopy of shade.

"Mae g'ovannen, Aran Thranduil." Aurora gave a slight curtsy, keeping her eyes to the ground.

"For an elleth who doesn't speak Elvish, " Thranduil mused as he walked towards her, handing her a goblet of wine, "You speak it very well."

"I am trying to learn, Your Majesty." Aurora took a sip of the wine.

"Well then," Thranduil stopped in front of her, he carefully placed a gloved finger under her chin and lifted it to meet his eyes, "Ned i linnol, im in elin gellar; Melui galad nin."

Aurora furrowed her brow in confusion and softly laughed as the King stepped back from her, "That hardly seems fair, Your Majesty."

"Consider it a challenge then," Thranduil gave a sly smile, "You now have something to focus on in your research." The two stared at each other, softly smiling.

"Aran vuin." The voice broke their moment and Thranduil's face immediately returned to its indifferent mask. They both turned to see Lady Galadriel and Lord Elrond standing at an open door.

"My Lady. My Lord." Thranduil gave each a reverent nod. "The Lady Aurora and I were simply discussing her desire to learn the Elven tongue."

"Indeed so." Galadriel smiled at Aurora. "If you will excuse us, I would like to have a private word with Aur-"

Galadriel suddenly froze. Her features darkening. Instantly Elrond and Thranduil were at her side, followed a moment later by Lord Celeborn. He cupped his wife's face in his hands and drew her eyes to his. Aurora stood frozen not knowing what to do.

"Meleth nin, what have you seen."

Seeing the concerned group on the balcony, Legolas, Haldir, Elledan, Elrohir and Augustus made their way outside to see what had happened.

Nazgul

The word echoed in Aurora's mind. She could tell by the reaction of the others they had heard it to. Before she was able to ask any other questions a large shriek came on the wind. It was a sound that Aurora had never heard before, but it still struck fear into her stomach. She rushed to Augusutus and he put a protective arm around her shoulders.

In another moment there was a loud clattering behind the group. As they all turned to see the source of the sound Aurora shrieked and buried her face into her hands at the sight of the mangled body of an elf she recognized as one of the stable hands who helped look after Egg. All at once there were screams coming from inside the grand hall and the sound of swords. Aurora dropped her hands to see the chaos unfolding inside the hall. Hideous creatures were attacking the elves. Aurora was shaken out of her stupor and she looked to meet the eyes of Lady Galadriel.

"I am sorry child." Her voice trembled as she spoke. "Haldir! You will lead Augustus and Aurora into the forest on horseback and protect them. Do so now."

"Wait," Aurora tried to protest, "What is happ-" Before she could finish her question she was being pulled away by Haldir and her brother.

They met several of the hideous creatures along the way; the continuous shrieking hovering from above. Haldir quickly killed the monsters as they ran into the stable.

"Haldir, what are those things?"

"They are orcs," Augustus answered while Haldir was quickly saddling the horses, "we killed some of them when I went hunting with them." He quickly grabbed a sword that he had kept with Odin's saddle and also draped a bow and a quiver of arrows over his back. Aurora seeing Lord Elrond's dagger next to her boots quickly followed her brothers lead, tucking the dagger in her boot and grabbing a bow as well.

"You can't shoot worth shit, Auri." Augustus shouted as he climbed on Odin's back.

Aurora shot her brother a furious look, "Is that the only conversation you can think to have right now?"

The doors of the stable burst open and several orcs came charging in. Haldir was quick to behead one of them as Augustus stabbed the other through the neck. The third one that had been charging towards Aurora suddenly stopped, glancing down at the tip of a blade now protruding from his chest. He fell quickly to the ground and Aurora saw the silhouette of Thranduil standing in the doorway. He had removed his crown but still looked as regal as any King she could have ever imagined.

"Aran vuin." Haldir began but was quickly silenced by a look from the King.

"I know the surrounding woods well and am privvy to several unknown paths; I will ride with you."

"Aran vuin," Haldir stammered, "I must protest."

"I AM YOUR KING, Marchwarden! I will not be questioned." Thranduil spoke with such venomous authority that Aurora's breath caught in her throat. She felt that she was getting an introduction to the cold King that she had heard of.

The four rode out of the stable at lightning speed; being led by the grand Elk. Thranduil, Haldir and Augustus all had swords drawn and dispatched orcs that attempted to cross their path as they rode deeper into the forest. After riding at a full gallop, they reduced their speed to a canter until they suddenly found themselves split. A hidden group of Orcs had jumped onto the patch from a cliff above, forcing Augustus and Haldir's horses to gallop forward as Thranduil and Aurora were pushed further into the trees.

"MAKE FOR THE CLEARING AHEAD!" Thranduil shouted over his shoulder. Aurora looked ahead and could see a break in the trees that opened into a meadow.

Because his Elk was much larger than Egg; Thranduil reached the clearing first, his eyes scanning the treeline for any sign of Haldir and Augustus. He suddenly felt himself falling to the ground. An Orc had tackled him from his Elk and he found himself rolling across the cold ground. Before he could gain his footing he felt a swift kick to his face which caused him to look into the face of the malicious Orc preparing to strike a killing blow. Thranduil felt the blood strike his face before he realized what had happened. He stumbled back from the Orc, now with an arrow protruding from his shoulder. He looked past the Orc and saw Aurora cantering Egg towards them, nocking a second arrow into the bow and releasing it into the Orcs skull.

She quickly placed the bow around her shoulder again and continued cantering towards the King. "Come on!" She shouted and extended her arm out, "Grab my hand!"

Thranduil grabbed her arm with force and gracefully pulled himself behind her, his arm wrapping around her waist. His strong chest pressed firm against her back. Aurora could feel his warm breath on her neck. Aurora caught sight of Haldir and Augustus breaking through onto the other side of the clearing. She gave a sharp whistle and Thranduil seemed slightly started at how quickly Egg increased his speed; his arms tightening around her waist.

Before Aurora could meet the other two horses at the center of the clearing a deafening shriek came from above. Egg reared back in fear, tossing Thranduil and Aurora to the ground. As she came to her senses she realized that she could still feel Thranduil's strong arms around her as he helped pick her up from the ground. She could see that Haldir and Augustus had also been tossed from their horses and they were now running towards them. Before Thranduil and Aurora could say anything they felt a strong burst of wind that caused them to look to the sky.

Aurora had trouble grasping what she saw. The creature landing in front of them looked similar to what she would describe as a dragon. But it looked infinitely more evil. It was covered in spikes, it's grotesque teeth dripping blood. Aurora had to narrow her eyes but it looked like… There was a person riding the monster.

All at once Aurora heard a sharp ringing in her ears that caused her to cling to her head in pain as she crumpled back to the ground; Thranduil falling with her as he did not release her from his arms.

"Aurora!" He spoke with fear building in his voice, "Aurora, what is it?"

Aurora looked up into Thranduil's eyes as tears spilled down her cheeks. "That thing…" She gritted her teeth and looked in the direction of the monster that had no landed on the grass; it's rider having dismounted and was casually walking to where they were on the ground. "It's filling my head… My head with…" Aurora couldn't finish her sentence as another wave of pain caused her to scream out in pain and clutch Thranduil's robes. She felt as if she were going to pass out as the black-cloaked figure towered over them.

Aurora couldn't see his face but could feel him staring at her. Then she heard another voice in her head, she assumed Thranduil heard it to because she could feel him tense and begin to tremble under her hands. This voice hadn't been like earlier, it no longer sounded like Lady Galadriel. The voice in her head sounded like nothing she had ever heard before. She could feel it's words seep with malice and hatred as it spoke.

Muzog nulgum zab-za makatok


A/N: Oh look... A cliffhanger [runs away and hides]

TRANSLATIONS:

*Elvish*

Te harn - She is hurt

Di nestathog - Would you please help her?

Ni dem achin - I am sad for you


Hir nin - My Lord


Posto hi - Rest here


Ned i linnol, im in elin gellar; Melui galad nin - When you sing the stars themselves rejoice, my beautiful light.

*Black Speech*

Muzog nulgum zab-za makatok - Darkness will have the woman