May it Be By Siren

Hey guys! Only about three chapters left! Don't worry though, I am making a sequel. Anyway, Lily is NOT dead! I refuse to kill off my character after she's come so far! I don't own any of the Lord of the Rings characters, only Lily and her mother. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Bring her into the main hall!"

Eowyn shouted commands, her eyes never leaving Lily's pale face. She had suddenly fainted on her horse, making choking sounds every few minutes. Two women followed the shield maiden into the main hall, one carrying the unconscious Lily.

"Lay her down on the table!"

They did so, and quickly backed away. Eowyn started to search her patient's form for any wounds, but she could find none.

"She is dying, but I can find no wound!"

Suddenly, a large gash appeared on Lily's shoulder, followed by several more abrasions on her arms and legs. The two women gasped, their eyes wide. "What sorcery is this? The maiden must be possessed!" Eowyn glared at them. "If you will not assist me than leave!" The two women nodded and left, too afraid to go near the 'demon child'.

Eowyn tore Lily's sleeve, exposing the bloody wound. It was deep, and would require several stitches to close. She watched as Lily opened her mouth and began to gasp for air. "Lily?" The girl started to convulse, still gasping for air. Eowyn tried to hold her down, feeling panic creep into her heart.

"Lily!"

Suddenly the convulsions stopped, and she became eerily still. She no longer gasped for breath, and Eowyn wondered if she was finally going to be alright. Touching her cheek, she tried to wake her.

"Lily? It's Eowyn, you have to wake up."

Lily didn't move, and the shield maiden frowned.

"Lily?"

Leaning down, she put her ear on Lily's chest.

"No!"

She couldn't hear a heartbeat, and Lily's lips were beginning to turn blue. Feeling tears spring to her eyes, she grabbed the young girl's shoulders and shook them. "Lily! Lily, wake up! Breathe!" She let out a sob when the girl remained limp. "Lily you have to wake up! Lily!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Legolas stared over the edge of the cliff. He couldn't believe it. He wouldn't believe it. Aragorn wasn't dead. He couldn't be! "Take the wounded. Leave the dead." Legolas tensed at Theoden's orders. The king clasped his shoulder, and gave him a look of sympathy. Bah! As though the mortal's sympathy could possibly relieve any of his pain!

He looked back at the cliff, unable to move away from it. Feeling someone's hand wrap around his wrist, he looked down to see Gimli. His eyes were full of sorrow and remorse. "Come friend, we cannot linger. Aragorn would not want us to." With a heavy heart, he complied and followed the other soldiers. Lily would be devastated when she found out.

Frowning, a new thought entered his mind. Why didn't Lily warn him of Aragorn's impending death? She warned him about Boromir and Haldir! Didn't she want to save Aragorn? Thinking back to yesterday, he felt his blood run cold.

(Flashback)

Legolas couldn't believe what he was looking at. Lily's back was turned to him, baring a fresh wound. He could see her tensing with each breath she took. But how did this happen? Who had wounded her?

"The visions are becoming more violent and more real. Instead of just seeing the vision, I'm becoming a part of it."

(End of flashback)

Lily was now experiencing the victim's pain instead of just seeing it. So that meant if she had foreseen Aragorn's death, than she would be dead, just like him. What if this vision had killed her? What if the vision wounded her so badly that she simply could not survive it? She would suffer the same fate as Aragorn!

"We must hurry to Helm's Deep. Lily may be in danger," he urged.

Gimli looked up at his friend with wide eyes. "What do you mean?"

Legolas shook his head. "I don't have time to explain it. But we must hurry!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lily was in Rivendell again, standing behind Aragorn and Arwen. They were speaking in a mix of elvish and common tongue. Aragorn looked torn for some reason. She strained to listen, but she couldn't understand a word they were saying. "It is not for you to hear."

Lily tensed and turned around. She smiled brightly at the sight before her. "Mom!" She ran and threw herself into her mother's arms. Her mother smiled warmly and stroked her hair.

"Hello Lily." Lily pulled away a bit and took the time to look her over. She was dressed in a white gown of satin, her wavy auburn hair pulled back. "Wow. Heaven sure knows how to make a girl look fancy," she said with a smirk.

Lily's mother chuckled and nodded. "Yes they do." Looking at her daughter, she frowned a bit. Lily looked like she did in the real world. Her white elvish shirt was torn, exposing a deep gash, and numerous abrasions covered her arms, legs and face. Reaching out a hand, she touched her face.

Lily leaned into the touch, and closed her eyes. "I'm dying, aren't I?" Her mother nodded. "I'm afraid so." She took her hand back, and sat down on a bench. Lily sat down next to her, a bit timid. "Is this what it's like to die?"

Lily mother looked at her sadly, and shrugged. "I think it's different for everybody. When I passed on, I was never brought to Rivendell. I was simply carried from one world to the next. My death was inevitable. But you, Lily," she touched her face, "you have a choice."

Lily sighed. "How many choices am I going to have to make in this world?" Her mother smiled. "Quite a few, I'm afraid." She grew serious again. "Lily, Aragorn is going to survive with Arwen's help. Now you can follow him back to life, or you can accept death." Lily looked away. "The visions are getting worse, mom. How much longer will I be able to survive?"

Her mother shook her head. "I don't know, honey. It could be anywhere from hours to years." Lily groaned and buried her face in her hands. "Everything is so complicated." Her mother took her hand. "I know. But you must decide." Lily looked up at her. "What do you think I should do?" Her mother smiled. "I cannot decide for you, Lily. But think about what you would be living for."

Lily smiled. "Legolas, most definitely." Her mother nodded and laughed. "To think that my daughter would love an elf. Wonders never cease!" Lily smiled and chuckled. "Honey...your time on Middle Earth is ending." Lily's smile faded. "I know. I could sense it. But I want to stay." Her mother gathered her into her arms. "I know, honey. But you don't belong here. I'm sorry."

Lily nodded. "I know." Sighing, she stood up. "I may not have much time left, but I want to spend it with him." Lily's mother nodded. "I thought so." She hugged her daughter tightly. "You make me so proud." Lily smiled. "I know." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Legolas ran into the main hall, his heart pounding. When he came to the main hall, he felt his heart stop. Lily was sprawled on a table, unmoving, while Eowyn was kneeling next to it. "It can't be." Eowyn lifted her head, and he could see that she had been crying. "I'm sorry, I couldn't save her."

Legolas shook his head and walked toward the table. "No," he choked. "She isn't, she can't be..." Gimli walked up next to him, and his eyes widened. "The lass isn't..." Legolas walked next to the table, and sat down in a chair. The weight of her death had yet to settle in, leaving him dazed and distant.

He traced her cold, blue lips, tears welling in his eyes. "Lily?" Tracing her cheek, he bit his lip. "Lily?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"It's time to go back than."

Lily nodded with a smile. Her mother's eyes widened. "Oh, and one more thing." She whispered something in Lily's ear with a bright smile. Lily pulled away, eyes wide. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Legolas closed his eyes, unable to look at her.

"Lily!"

His eyes snapped open to see Lily gasp. He stood up, knocking the chair over. It couldn't be! Lily's eyes flew open, and she looked at him. "Lily?" She closed her eyes and started to cough up water. Eowyn patted her back as Lily continued to cough. When she stopped, she calmed herself and looked at Legolas.

She smiled faintly and reached out to him. He took her hand, a smile spreading across his face. "Hey there," she said weakly. Legolas laughed and pulled her into his arms. "Don't ever scare me like that again!" he shouted. Lily smiled and rested her head on his shoulder.

She still couldn't believe what her mother had told her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
After the chaos had settled, Eowyn bandaged her wounds, and told her to rest. Lily smiled, and leaned against Legolas. They were in the main hall, sitting next to a fireplace. "Lily, I know that you probably already know, but Aragorn..."

The doors flew open, and the weak and wounded ranger stood at the entrance. Lily looked up at Legolas and smiled. "Aragorn will be fine," she said softly. Legolas blinked and stood up. He smiled and walked over to him. "You're late," he said in his native tongue. Aragorn did not look amused.

"You look terrible," Legolas said, looking at the ranger's various wounds. Aragorn finally smiled and clasped the elf's arm. "It is good to see you," he said. Legolas nodded. Taking the ranger's hand, he pressed something into his palm. Aragorn frowned, and looked down. The Evanstar glistened in his hand, and Aragorn blinked a few tears away.

Looking up at the elf, he smiled. "Thank you." Legolas nodded, and walked back into the main hall. Lily stood up from her chair, and walked over to the ranger. "We had quite an adventure today," she said with a faint smile. Aragorn noticed the similar wounds she had and smiled. "I guess we did."

They looked at each other for a moment, than he quickly pulled her into a hug. "Forgive me. I did not mean to put you in any danger," he apologized. Lily smiled. "There is nothing to forgive, oh future king," she teased. Aragorn chuckled and pulled away. "You are an incredible creature, Lady Lily." She smiled softly. "And you will be an incredible king." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

That night, Lily could not sleep. She gently lifted Legolas's arm from her waist, and walked outside. She let the cool breeze calm her, and let her mind wander. Aragorn had reported that ten thousand Uruk-Hai were coming to Helm's Deep. There was no escape. They would have to battle. Legolas was in danger, along with Aragorn, Gimli and hundreds of men.

But they were not the only people she was worried about. She had another person to worry about as well.

(Flashback)

Her mother leaned next to her, and whispered something that would change her life forever.

"You must live, Lily. For I would like to watch my grandson grow up."

Lily's eyes widened, and she saw her mother smile warmly. She put her hand on her stomach, and looked down. "You mean I'm..." Her mother nodded. "You are with child." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

She still hadn't told Legolas. She didn't want to worry him even more. She smiled warmly at the thought of him being a father. Yes, he would be a good one.

Placing her hands on her still flat stomach, she sighed.

2 Be Continued