A/N: I thought an explanation of what's going on is in order. If you don't get it, think about the palantir, and what would have happened if he had looked into the future..but I can't say anything else without ruining this fic. Email me if you want me to ruin it for you. Extra long for those who emailed and IMd me to continue. Yes, it's a cliffie, but maybe different people will review. Be happy you got these two chapters. They're based on two reviews, and this extra long chapter on emails I received.

Frodo woke early in the morning. With Bilbo gone, his days were not filled easily.

Samwise Gamgee crept behind him. "Go home, Sam. I'm going to speak with the old woman, Domita."

Sam shuddered. "Surely you don't want to ruin this fine morning by seeing her, master Frodo?"

Frodo shrugged. "She appeared to have some knowledge of Sauron and a daughter. I want to know if she can tell me anything else."

Sam shuddered again, and left his friend after a reassuring nod. He left, mumbling about crazy Took blood, and something about Peregrin.


Frodo chuckled, and entered the tall hut. Several hobbit women walked around, soothing the older woman who moaned.


She opened her eyes, and saw him. She smiled. "I see her image in your eyes. You must meet her sometime! You must help me."

Frodo shuddered now, and backed away. "No, no, you must have been mistaken, Domita."

Domita Eschelle stood to her tallest height, and she easily towered over him, and most men. "I am part elf, part wizard. You would do well to listen to me, Frodo son of Drogo Baggins!" Her voice boomed, and the hut blackened, as she thundered at the small hobbit. The other hobbits shrieked and ran.

As Domita slowly sat back down, she stared intently at the hobbit. "I may be old, but I can still go fast enough to block the only exit from this prison of mine, Frodo."

Frodo tremblingly sat to her side, half as close to the exit as the chair was. "Please. What does your daughter have to do with Sauron, Domita?"

Domita chuckled. "Plenty. One of his most trusted servants was my husband...thousands of years ago. I placed my daughter in a sleep that would last her a few thousand years. She was to wake approximately 20 years ago. This makes her not quite a child, nor an adult, according to the calendar she is on. She is of course part elf and man. I left her in her father's care after the dark lord had been defeated. I thought he would no longer be held to Sauron's will, but I also believed that Sauron was truly destroyed. What is important, is her half brother, Aragorn to me, Elassar to my mother, is needed to protect her. I must see that she is sent to you at once, Frodo. For the ring you hold in your possession will have you killed, now that Sauron knows what his future holds if he messes his mission up."

Frodo looked sharply at her. "How do you know the future?"

Domita smiled. "Not all the palantir are accounted for, are they, Frodo?"



Matio lay on a bed, afflicted by an unknown disease. Legolas stood silently in the doorway, tears in his eyes. By being one of his position, he could not approach the bed without the risk of being infected, which could not happen.

Trystia, sitting by Matio's head, glared at him. "How could you let that arrow hit him? your shot is failing you, Legolas! Maybe you should have been killed, not your Orc prisoner."

Legolas looked evenly back at her. "Would Matio agree with you? We both fought valiantly, but neither of us knew the tips of the Orc arrows were dripping with poison. If you wish no more death to come to this tribe, why do you still linger?"

Trystia was watching her face, and did not see her launch her sheathed dagger at him. He examined it's ebony base that glittered with silver and red jewels. "Be happy I left it sheathed, Greenleaf. I hold you responsible for this!"

Legolas watched his secret love glower at him. "You do realize that it was a Nazgul's sword that made the arrowhead? If it had been mere poison, he would be recovering. Why do you not return to your father?"

Matio raised his arm, which took extreme effort. "Peace. When I leave this life, I wish that you two would live in happiness. Be happy Tryst. At least I will not be a wraith. I know that would be impossible for you to live with. Legolas, I charge you, whatever you friendship we shared, let you guard my Tryst with your life."

Legolas, forgetting the reprimand he would face, strode quickly to his friend, and knelt beside him. "Be at peace, Matio Liesching. You know as well as I how I feel."

Legolas spoke of his feelings for Tryst, but Tryst was not aware of this.

"Then I wish you success at your mission. Tryst, I love you."

Tryst's eyes had not lost the fuschia mist. "And I you, Mat."

Matio's eyes closed, and Legolas crossed his arms over his chest. He turned to Trystia. "Come. You must depart for Rivendell. Your mother's plea must be honored."

Tryst walked to him. she closed her eyes, and took out a chain circlet from her pocket. She handed it to him, and he placed it on her head. She opened her eyes. "My mother died without my knowledge, so this makes me an actual princess, I, Trystia Eschelle of Quiastell."