How could I be so foolish? I started to believe him. Allanon scolded himself as he approached the sleeping couple on cat feet, his cloak in his arms.

He stopped beside Meia and watched her for a moment. He had never seen her more beautiful, except for the one time he had made love to her.

Allanon covered the two with his which was more sufficient than Frodo's hobbit-size cape and kneeled beside her. Her was calm and seemed to hold a kind of radiance. He bent down and kissed her forehead.

"I will always love you, Meia, but I knew the price of forsaking our love. I will protect you and your new gift, with my life," He smoothed her hair away from her face, stood, and left the clearing.

"So, Brom, what do you think of this place?" Galadriel asked, coming up from behind the boy. The silver boy didn't seem surprised to see her. He didn't look over at her but continued to stare off into the distance.

"It feels like my grandfather's garden. Mother took me there all the time," He said softly.

Galadriel sank down beside him, into a crouch but even then she had tilt her head down to stare into his black eyes. "Really, and who was your grandfather, little mythril?"

"He was called the King of Silver River. He was from the world of faerie and he created my mother, Quickening."

"You are like a star come down from the heavens, my handsome pixie," She smiled. "Seeing such an alloy of races makes me think there is still hope for man, but why is your heart so heavy?" She tried to captured Brom's gaze with her blue eyes but Brom's shifted his eyes away.

"I know what I am, Lady. You have no need to sugar-gloss it. I'm a mistake, an accident, and if Meia hadn't tampered with our history, I wouldn't be here," Galadriel gave Brom a sad sigh and wrapped a long, elegant arm Brom, and rested her forehead against his, "You must be strong, my mythril , to make this journey. You must be prepared for everything, which includes accepting your past and your future. Can you do that?"

Brom, who was very pink, and locked under the Lady's eyes nodded and whispered," I will not forget, Lady," Galadriel kissed his forehead and Brom whispered, "Lady, you look like my mother," Galadriel beamed down at the boy and stroked his hair.

Samwise had known for a while that Frodo harbored feelings for Lady Meia, but that didn't mean he wasn't shocked when he found his master asleep under a large black blanket with her.

"Mr. Frodo!" Sam squeaked loudly, waking his master. Frodo blinked, yawned, and smiled at his friend.

"Hullo, Sam," He said sleepily. Sam couldn't answer back as Frodo stretched and then leaned over and blew softly in Meia's ear.

"It wasn't a dream, she murmured, touching Frodo's face. Frodo leaned into her hand, kissing his palm. Sam was busy now picking up the discarded clothes and handed them to the other hobbit.

"This-this is 'Lanon's cloak," Meia said softly. Both hobbits looked down and saw the big, black blanket was indeed the Druid's cloak. Sam handed Meia her underclothes and dress as Frodo dressed and then leaned over and kissed Meia's bare shoulder.

"I'll return it to him,"

I smiled and slipped on my clothes as Frodo stood and gathered the cloak. Sam, looking very red, began to sputter, "Mr. Frodo, the Lady wanted me to tell you she wants to see you, I'm to take you to her." Frodo looked at me and I smiled.

"The cloak can wait a moment. I'll wait for you here," Frodo draped the cloak around my shoulders and we shared another kiss.

"I won't be long, I promise,"