"Hello my child" said Gladerial as Amowiel walked down the steps to there she stood at the basin of water. "There is much to see and do on this night. First your fate, then maybe something more" Said Gladerial as she poured water into the basin in front of them. "Look my dear and you will see your fate."
The water was all silver and blue ripples that gave way to Kellina seeing herself, in the land of men. She was working hard, at a desk writing and singing to herself. Then she was performing, traveling and then performing again. Then she saw something firmiliar, the lovely trees and paths of Mirkwood. She was sitting under a tree writing and singing once again. She saw herself as sad, almost lonely. She looked just the same as she did now, only here clothes were different and see saw a depth to her own eyes she didn't have now. She kept watching the bowl, she saw herself singing at many different celebrations, weddings, birthdays the last thing she saw was herself on a ship, sailing on the ocean, there was a melancholy to seeing herself on the ship, almost as if she didn't want to go but it had to be so. The pool began to fade just as she began to see someone with her on the ship. The pool was just water again. The visions left Amowiel with more questions than answers.
"Your fate is to go with your love as ambassador of the elves to all the capitals of middle earth until your chosen time comes then you will once again return home to a sedentary lifestyle that will last until you go west, not by choice but because it will be the end of your age, the age of great stories and songs. Your beloved will go with you through all of this, for I believe that much was missing from this vision. I sense greatness in your destiny. Your time of greatness is just on the horizon." Amoweil was speechless at what she had seen and been told. "You my girl are now an elf. This gift you will carry with you for all of your life. It is the pendent, made of our most delicate press plants of all the elven kingdoms. As you know it is the symbol for music. Wear it always." Amoweil bent her head ad the delicate chain and charm were placed around her neck.
"Thank you my lady. I am forever in your debt and at your service." Amowiel said bowing in thanks for her gift.
"There is one more thing child." said Gladerial. "Do you feel prepared to write a song of love for a wedding?"
"Yes, I can write a song of love for such a joyous day. May I ask whom it will honor?" Amowiel inquired.
" The Prince of Mirkwood and his only true love, yourself my dear." She said with a cool smile of joy.