Evelyn felt her heart racing.

The three elves were laid out, their foreheads kissing the ground as they bowed to her like she was some ancient, vengeful god. She looked to Nightshade, but the wolf was just as confused as her.

"Please," it was Elrond and his voice sounded desperate. "My Lady, we never meant to offend."

"We never held ill will upon you, our actions were rash and foolish," Erestor's voice joined in with the pleading and Evelyn still had no idea what was going on.

"My Lady," Glorfindel was choking on his words as her forced them out of his mouth. "I thank thee for having guarded and guided my life so, and I beg forgiveness for the times I have fought against your will. Please, I must beg that you do not take your wrath upon my friends, for I shall bear the guilt of my actions."

"What is going on?!" Evelyn yelled, jumping to her feet and backing away from the pleading elves. "Have, have you all gone mad?" She looked to Nightshade and the wolf seemed just as agitated with the situation as she was.

"My Lady please," Glorfindel's voice sounded broken. "We understand that we have failed thy test. I accept full guilt for these trespasses. But please, I beg of you, this deception is no longer needed."

"What?! I- I'm not-"

"Nay," Elrond, called out. "Glorfindel is a Lord under my watch. These errors are committed in my name. Please-"

"Everybody shut up!" Evelyn had backed up till her wings hit the wall behind her.

She was confused, frustrated, and maybe a mild bit terrified but he way that all three elves, especially Glorfindel, cowered before her. Seeing that hint of fear in Thranduil's eyes had once brought her satisfaction, but now, seeing these elves grovel before her, it made her sick.

All three elves had fallen silent and Evelyn was shocked by the tremor that she saw in their arms. Her own heart was nearly beating out of her chest as she took several moments to collect herself.

"Sit up," she ordered in the calmest voice that she could manage. To her surprise, they all did. "Okay... I get the feeling that we're having two very different conversations here. I DO NOT know what my name means to you, so a little clue would be lovely," her words came out with a half laugh as she sat on the edge of hysterics.

"This is..." Erestor said hesitantly. "This is not a test?"

"A test of what?! Why would I be testing you? Who do you think I am?!"

"You... you really don't know?" Glorfindel slowly stood up, much to the shock of Elrond and Erestor who were staring at him as if he had grown another head. "Oh Elenya, my dear Elenya," he walked forward and placed his sword-calloused hands on Evelyn's shoulders. Up close, he always dwarfed her in size. "You are so much more than even I ever dreamed of."

"What am I?" Her voice was hollow and reedy, Nightshade beside her tensing as she sensed the growing apprehension of the room.

"You are Evelyn of Yavanna, daughter of the Valar."

Evelyn squirmed sharply, breaking Glorifndel's grip on her shoulders as she shot out to the side, edging her way towards the window.

"No... no you're crazy."

"Tis as the prophesy foretold," Elrond now rose as he was obviously becoming aware that his kneeling wasn't helping the situation. "When the doom of all looms ever near, the Giver of Fruits shall bear a child. To the purest heart she will appear, and ancient fault shall be reconciled. And the name that has forever followed that prophesy is Evelyn of Yavanna.

"That's not possible," Evelyn replied.

"My Lady Evelyn, your powers, the white light that you used to knock us out the last time you were here, your ability to survive for years in Mirkwood and hide from the Woodland elves, even your wings... Yavanna is the Valar of living things, she is known for her love of birds as they bear her messages." Elrond spoke in a calm and even tone, but Evelyn felt panic still rising in her.

No... it can't be... there's no way.

Erestor suddenly laughed.

"And nature loves you back my Lady." He had switched from cowering to being barely able to contain his mirth. It seemed they no longer thought her to be "testing" them. "Prince Legolas speaks to the trees, he listens to their whispers and they usually love him back. Ever since you swore vengeance on him, he has complained that the trees of the Valley refuse to speak to him."

Evelyn crept closer and closer to the window. It was a short drop down, short enough for Nightshade to clear with ease.

"I know my mother," the faces of her family, the people who she would likely never see again, flashed before her eyes. "My mom is an orthodontist. She hates dirt and she tried to grow a garden once only to have the entire thing die on her. She's a human, not some goddess."

"Elenya," Glofindel spoke for the first time since she pushed him off, and Evelyn was suddenly glad to hear him still using the old name he made up for her. "The story that your Grandfather told you... about your Grandmother... he described her as 'more beautiful than any woman that walked the earth,' and that she was a magical 'Fay' who disappeared?"

No... that can't be true...

"That was a story, a made up fantasy."

"I think you give your Grandfather too little credit. Who chose your name?"

"My parents, they-" oh, she suddenly remembered a conversation that she had with her dad years ago. He had joked that he was almost named Evelyn... that it used to be a boy's name but in time, it became a girl's name. When her Grandfather had found out that she was to be a girl... he suggested Evelyn as a name.

"The prophesy is she," he continued. "If Yavanna first gave birth to a male... then perhaps she had to wait a generation for it to be fulfilled..."

"That... that can't be true..." Evelyn was edging closer and closer to the window. "My Grandma left my Grandfather. He's a good man and she dumped him with a child and never returned! My dad grew up without a mother and just accepted the fact that she was either dead or a deadbeat!"

"My Lady Evelyn, your Grandmother is an Aratar, an Exalted of the Valar and the creator of all things that grow," Elrond spoke slowly in a tone that one might explain things to a child in.

"I know who Yavanna is!" It was too much. She might be able to dismiss a woman who she never met, but her father had been abandoned as an infant by a being with the power of a god. Yavanna had never bothered to even meet her own son. "So what?!" Her voice was cracking with strain. "Yavanna decides to fulfill the prophesy by running to a different land and having a kid who she deems 'not good enough' and so she just drops him, promises to return and then doesn't?! And then what, she decides to give it a go with me so she just pulls me out of my life like she owns it!"

The inkwell on Elrond's desk began to rattle, and soon the entire room was trembling. Evelyn barely noticed, her focus was honed in on her rage, her fury at this supposed Grandmother.

"Elenya-"

"And so she drops me off in Mirkwood and just leaves me to rot with the Elvenking?! She never spoke to or helped my dad, so why should she bother speaking to me?!"

Books began falling off shelves and Erestor rushed to save a few of the more delicate looking tombs, but he was knocked aside by the increasingly violent tremors. Soon, all three elves had been knocked to the floor as Evelyn's powers shot off energy like a faulty socket.

"Nightwing!" Nightshade was howling to be heard above the sounds of rattling furniture. "Stop this! You'll drain yourself!"

"Elenya, please," Glorfindel had lept to his feet and had his hands on her shoulders once more. He too was shouting. "Elenya, you have to stop this! You'll tear the house apart!"

She couldn't hear anything, all she could hear was the raging of her heartbeat as blood rushed through her veins. Her past was a lie. She was part... something else. It wasn't an accident that had brought her to Middle Earth, it was a cold calculation by someone who thought that little humans were easy to make and move like pieces on a chessboard; make the wrong one, toss it away and wait for one you want to come. Then, why not just grab the kid, tear her from her family, her friends, her world and chuck her into a new one. She'll survive... probably.

The stone of the floor began to crack, a long fault line opening up in the ground.

"Elenya! Stop, please," Glorfindel's hands were on her shoulders again. She looked up and Glorfindel was standing in front of her. There was a tiny cut running along his hairline and red blood poured forth from it.

He must have fallen over... I must have knocked him over.

The sobering though yanked her back to reality, and the tremors stopped.

She grabbed Glorfindel's arms in a grip so strong that her knuckles turned white. She was staring at the line of blood trickling from his forehead, the way the crimson streak marred the gold of his hairline. Her gaze was transfixed by the sight and an odd amount of anger at herself.

He was hurt.

He's not supposed to get hurt.

Evelyn wasn't sure where that thought came from, but it felt right, it felt instinctual.

Glorfindel's lips were still moving, he was saying something and knowing Glorfindel it was probably something terribly sympathetic and kind. Evelyn wasn't listening to him though, she was watching the way the blood at his hairline trickled down and dripped from his face. When she was this close, she could hear his heartbeat- she had never noticed that before, but she could hear it clearly.

Without thinking, she raised one hand to his forehead, swiping her finger across the length of the cut. There was a brief glow and she barely noticed the way Glorfindel blinked his eyes shut. But, when she moved her hand away, there was no trace of the cut ever being there. The action shocked Glorfindel so much that he briefly lost his grip on her.

Evelyn looked longingly at the window. It was close enough for her to slip out, to make a break across the short distance between her and the open sky. She could run, Nightshade would follow her, and she could take to the sky and leave all this behind. She could pretend that the past several minutes had never happened and go back to a life on the run as she hid from orcs and evil wizards and meddling elves. But, she had made a promise, she had made a promise to Glorfindel and she just couldn't bring herself to breaking it.

Plus, she was tired.

Her earlier rage and the little bit of healing that she performed had drained her of energy and thus, instead of making a run for it, she collapsed onto the floor and wrapped her arms around Nightshade's neck. She leaned into the wolf's soft fur and, for a few seconds, pretended that her entire world was nothing but her and her wolf. When she managed to semi-compose herself, she looked up, still leaning into Nightshade. Her eyes did a quick visual scan of the room, checking the damages of her previous rage. Elrond and Erestor had both managed to collect themselves and they were looking at Evelyn with an odd mixture of curiosity, fear, and pity. Evelyn resisted the urge to growl when she saw the pity in their eyes.

She didn't need pity, she needed answers.

Evelyn couldn't run this time. Maybe she wanted to, but judging from the way her powers had just nearly destroyed an elvish building, she had a feeling that this was something that she would have to figure out. Her shoulders were slumped and her skin was paler than it should've been. There was a weary sort of acceptance in her tone as she felt the effects of her earlier exertion. Nevertheless, she fixed Elrond with a challenging gaze.

"So," a sardonic smile played upon her lips. "I know what your future holds and I have the blood of the Valar running through my veins. What does this mean for me and for the war?"

Yavanna was walking through her halls, idly feeding a few of the songbirds and passing the time until she was supposed to meet with Orome and Varda. Orome had always held a special place in his heart for the Rohirrim and he knew that trouble was befalling the nation of men. Their king was held in the grips of Saruman, once called Curumo, and was being manipulated into aiding Sauron's plot. Varda had deemed Olorin sufficiently healed and gained permission to send him back to Middle Earth as Gandalf the White, taking the place of the now fallen wizard.

The Ringbearer was hidden from even their gaze, and they knew not where the two lost Halflings were. Thus, it seemed likely that Olorin would be sent to Isildur's heir. They needed to work out the details, but Olorin should be powerful enough as The White to reclaim Rohan. If, of course, all went to plan.

Suddenly, a jolt of power, pain, and grief swept across Yavanna's mind. The sensation was overwhelming and the force of it knocked her over. Yavanna dropped the basket that she had been carrying and collapsed to the floor, bent over and ghaping in pain.

Betrayal

It was betrayal that she felt sweeping over her. Terrible grief and rage over betrayal.

"My Lady," a voice gasped and a slight form appeared beside her. The Maia's hands flitted about Yavanna as she checked for damages, but the Vala waved her way.

"It's alright, Silwena," she calmed her loyal servant as she felt the sharpness of the pain ebb away slightly. "It is no injury to my form."

The Maia waited patiently beside her, helping her to stand once most of the emotions left her body. Yavanna closed her eyes and said a silent prayer, begging for forgives.

"Is there anything I can do my Lady," Silwena asked kindly.

"No, there is nothing any of us can do," a sad smile crept into her tone. "My heir Evelyn has learned of her heritage. She is unlocking more of her powers."

The Maia, not fully understanding her lady, nodded and crept away silently once she was dismissed.

For a long while, Yavanna remained glued to the spot as she allowed her mind to wander, reaching out tendrils across Middle Earth, trying to find her dear child. But, she still remained blocked. She probably didn't even consciously know that she was doing it, but she had barred herself from being traced or receiving contact with the Valar.

Yavanna could feel the familiar humming of her presence in the Song, but she couldn't pinpoint her location.

A lark landed on her shoulder, interrupting her thoughts and reminding her that she still had a meeting to attend. Thus, she collected her basket from the ground and made her way out her front door. No matter what Evelyn was doing, there was still much work to be done.