Lord Elrond walked alongside of Paddamill, his palms pressed together and touching his mouth as she talked.

"And I came home to find them all dead." She hugged herself as if she were cold, but she was lonely and frightened. Although she was in a place she could live in forever at the moment it all looked dead and ragged. She wanted to go home.

"Paddamill," Elrond let his hands fall as they continued to walk in the garden. "I want you to stay here for a little while. We need to keep an eye on you." She stopped walking and grabbed his right arm. He frowned and looked down at her. She had tears in her eyes and a look of desperation written on her face.

"It was the Orcs wasn't it?" Elrond looked at her face and looked down to the ground

"No." She frowned and shook her head

"It had to have been! No human could do something-" Elrond grabbed her shoulders softly trying to calm her.

"Shhh, shhh, shhh..." Elrond opened his eyes "You mustn't worry about who or what killed you parents. What you need is to stay here in Imladris," She shook her head violently she wanted revenge. She wanted to kill whatever killed her family.

"No! I won't stay here! I can't!" She screamed loudly. Elrond grabbed her shoulders once again shaking her once as he said her name.

"Paddamill!" She stopped yelling how she needed to find the creatures and bring them to justice. She breathed heavily as she frowned looking up to Elrond's face. He was giving her a sympathetic frown. He knew what she wanted but he knew she couldn't have it.

"Listen to me!" He said roughly, yet soft. "You need to stay here away from people, away from them. If they find you-"

"If what finds me? What killed my family!" She demanded.

Elrond leaned up and sighed, turning to walk towards the marble bench that allowed you to see the whole city of Rivendell, lakes and all. He stopped and watched the setting sun. His arms were crossed and he was silent for a moment.

"The things that killed your family was not the Orcs, but something more powerful." Paddamill stood, watching his back.

"More powerful? The only thing I know that is more powerful than Orcs would be Wizard's!" He turned his head back to see her. He turned and walked towards her

"Yes, that is true. Wizard's are one of the most powerful creatures of our world. That is beside Sauron." Paddamill tilted her head.

"So Wizard's...killed my family?" She was afraid. What if it was Gandalf? And he was leading the Fellowship into a trap! It could be anyone for all she knew.

"You could blame it on a Wizard," He looked up at her. The sun hitting her face giving it a certain glow. "Orcs were created by Morgoth, created to torture and destruct but they have flaws. They are the size of a small man, they hunch over, they have bow legs and weaken when in the sun. But Uruk Hai...they were created by a Wizard named Saruman. He was displeased by the creation of Orcs so he created his own. They are the size of the tallest man and their only objective is to kill. They do not weaken in sunlight, but only makes them stronger. That is what killed your family." Paddamill watched the emotional features that appeared over Elrond's face. He was overcome with sadness, anger, and sympathy. He turned and saw her watching him.

"They found you by using Saruman's power. He knew you had seen Frodo and they were looking for the ring. Greed is what makes people want the ring. It holds power that not even I could imagine. I suppose you know the consequences we will face if the Fellowship does not complete their assignment?" She nodded. "They know you had seen Frodo. They know you kept him overnight. And they know that you have knowledge about the ring leading them to believe you can help them find the ring and allow you to work with Saruman and Sauron to defeat the world. Otherwise you will die. Just as your family did."

Paddamill frowned and felt empty. She had never felt so scared in her life. She fell onto a bench and looked down at the ground. She didn't know what to think. What to say. Or what to do. She once searched for adventure, dangerous situations she could easily get out of. But now, she wasn't so sure that adventure sounded as fun. She looked up to Elrond who watched her with sorrowful eyes.

"What do I do?" She asked almost hoping to hear the answer. 'Run away. Leave this habitat. Get married and have children.'

"Paddamill, you have a gift. You know what I am talking about." Paddamill stood back watching Elrond's face. "The gift you have can help Saruman and Sauron in figuring out ways to get to the ring. That is why you must stay here and help us fight against Sauron. Otherwise our world will collapse." She frowned putting her head into her hands.

"Lord Elrond, your daughter would like to speak with you." He looked up to see his messenger once again. He sighed and nodded then briefly turned back to see Paddamill in despair "I'll be back. Go to your room and rest. You will feel better, I promise." He quickly turned and walked away behind his servant.

As Paddamill had told herself before, she was stubborn. She wasn't going to sit around Rivendell and wish how she was back home. She was going to find the creatures that killed her family and she was going to bring some of them to justice. She ran off to her quarters and fixed her pack with the, now dry, clothes she had changed into earlier. She took some more things from the closet full of clothes. It was amazing how all the clothes fit her; it was almost as if they were expecting her. She packed the clothes up, pinned her hair into a bun, and changed into a clad of green and brown, leather boots and a cloak that was travel-worn from her adventure on horseback. With that she was well on her way. She stopped at a nearby market and bought herself some apples and a canteen of water for her journey. She tied her leather bag onto the horse's saddle, put her left foot into the hole and threw her right leg over to the other side. With one kick of the horse she sought out in search for the evil wizard Saruman to take revenge on the death of her family.

Elrond watched her riding off into the woods where she had seen them heading. He sighed as Arwen stood next to him.

"Pray for her." He said as the two watched her riding off towards darkness.

"Will she be all right?" Arwen asked looking up to her father.

"Yes. She is strong. She is a warrior. They will find her just fine." She frowned.

"But she had no weapon." Elrond nodded.

"I placed a blessed sword in the cloak on the horses back. She will find it and she will use it well."


In the fading blue sky, stars began to shine brightly from the heavens, pouring some of its light down upon Paddamill. She had been riding toward the sun for nearly 3 hours and darkness was coming fast. She had no idea where she was at nor was she prepared in case of an ambush by Orcs. The wind from the north chilled her as she looked around the forest in hopes of seeing some sort of sign that the Fellowship had been there. The crickets and frogs filled the evening with solemn sounds soothing to ones ears. The horse's hooves and her slow paced breath filled up the remaining silence and echoed thoroughly throughout the land. She hadn't seen a single person or a path for those passed three hours and she was beginning to wonder if maybe she was lost. The land was dry and continuously being covered by falling leaves from the fall so if there were any tracks of the Fellowship they would be hard to find.

The loud snap of a branch made her heart beat quickly. She gasped looking around. She sat on the steady horse for almost a minute before she proceeded to go forth. When another loud branch was snapped she stopped the horse and looked around again. She felt the blood rush through her body. It was making her sick to her stomach to sit there in pure silence waiting for some hideous monster to jump out at you when you were unprotected. She looked on the horse seeing if she had a sword of any kind. She smiled when she felt the handle of a sword that was well protected with a hard sheathe. She pulled it out and looked at it. She frowned when she saw it wasn't hers, but she didn't care she sat it on her lap and tapped the horses side. It slightly jerked her back when it proceeded to walk forward.

Paddamill frowned moving her eyes to each side. She had heard more noises as they kept walking. In one sudden movement an Orc jumped out of a tree and on top of her. She screamed as the two rolled onto the ground. She sat up on her knees to see the Orc charging after her. She quickly rolled out of the way and stood to her feet. The Orc breathed heavily, almost in a growl. It unsheathed a large sword and paced back and forth watching her as she looked at his black eyes. She gasped silently when she saw more Orcs began to appear from behind trees out of the corner of her eyes. She saw her sword was under her horse, but the Orcs were too close for her to get the sword without being attacked, but she took a chance. The Orc began to yell as it charged after her. She braced herself and rolled under the horse and picked up her sword. The sound of ten swords being uncovered echoed throughout the night. She felt the softness of the sword as she picked it up and held it firmly. The Orc charged after her with all its force. She jumped back as the two began to battle one another with swords. They clinked and clanked as the metal hit one another forming sparks. She jumped up when the Orc did a fancy move to cut her leg or cut it off. She threw her right leg out and hit it in its stomach. It toppled back losing its balance.

More Orcs started to charge after her, and in less than three seconds five surrounded her. She swallowed and saw that they were a little shorter than her. She looked up to see a branch. She quickly jumped up and grabbed onto it. The Orcs yelled as they swung their swords. She jumped down and turned to see the backs of a few Orcs. She frowned as she lifted her sword up high and, with all she could, decapitated one. She felt the black blood hit her face as she withdrew her sword. It fell limp to the ground. She quickly grabbed it's heavy sword and began to participate in another sword fight, this time with two Orcs. She watched their movements closely as she took her first learning lesson in becoming ambidextrous. She managed to cut the throat of one and ward off a quick replacement. She grunted as she felt the Orc on the right try to put pressure on her stable hold. She moved the sword off of the Orcs and quickly ducked. The two Orcs leaned in for her but missed only to stab one another. She stood up and decapitated them both, using everything she had. She saw more Orcs running at her. She jumped on the mound of the two dead bodies and held the sword with both hands as if she were holding a bat. She frowned letting out all her anger as she stabbed, cut, decapitated, sliced, diced, and chopped on the Orcs. Black blood dripping off of her sword and a few cuts from theirs. She felt the stinging sensation from the cut on her face an Orc managed to get out before it died. Her warm blood trickled quickly down her face, onto her neck, and down her shirt. She didn't let a few hurting wounds stop her from killing as many as she could. But after killing nearly 8 she wondered if she could kill the ones that were continuing to show up. She jumped back at a large, and hard swing. She felt a new cut on her stomach.

A large group of Orcs were charging at the two battling it out. The Orcs were nearly two miles away giving her enough time to kill the last one and get ready for some more. Her back hit a tree. She looked over her shoulder to see a drop off.

"That's why you were...pushing...me...this way!" She yelled as the two fought. She ducked after a hard swing at the Orc. She heard the hard metal cut into the tree. She stood and yelled out as she sliced the Orc in half. It let out a cry of pain as the blade went through its body. She listened to the metal slither against its bones giving her the noise of Metal being sharpened. She looked back to see the group of Orcs were near her. She was hungry, tired, and out of energy.

Paddamill had killed 12 Orcs and the group now contained at least 20. She knew her time was probably up, but she wouldn't go without a hearty fight. She took a few deep breaths and charge toward them screaming loudly. She was quickly stopped when she saw a group of people jump out from the woods and fight the Orcs. She frowned as she watched them fight. She still kept on charging, getting the attention of three unoccupied Orcs. She grunted as she started a sword fight with one. She saw a rather large Orc charging to her left. Her hands were in the air trying to stop the Orcs sword from sliding off of hers. She looked back at the ugly Orc in front of her and she kicked it in the stomach. It fell back giving her the chance to kill the Orc charging after her. She huffed and puffed as she followed the Orcs sword with her own. The one she had kicked earlier was now back on its feet and very pissed off. It came at her quickly. She didn't recognize it till she heard it yell. She looked quickly to the right to see a flash of blonde hair in the dark night. She screamed as the Orc used one of her own moves. It kicked her square in the stomach knocking the wind out of her and making her fall back. She looked up at the sky and then to a flash of light. The moon reflected off the sword coming at her head. She screamed as she held her arms over her face.

When she felt a swift brush of air hit her she looked up. The Orc was being attacked. She grabbed the sword to her right and stood up quickly. She ran over to the Orc that had the person pinned. She lifted the sword up high and jammed it into its back. She twisted it to the right then left as hard and as fast as she could. The Orc jumped up screaming and yet again she was knocked back. The person jumped up, grabbed the sword and tossed it to her. She grabbed the spinning handle and smiled at Legolas. He smiled back but was soon tackled.

"OOOF!" She raised the sword up high but stopped when she heard a cry

"No!" She frowned seeing a new face pondering at it momentarily guessing it was Pippin. She turned quickly looking to the right to see three Orcs running at them. They had obviously picked up the little hobbit and tossed him at Legolas. She jumped in front of the two that were lying on the ground trying to get up. She took a deep swing at an Orc as it jumped at her.

"Look out!" She heard a familiar voice yell. To her surprise she saw Orcs charging at her from both sides. She couldn't worry about them since she was in a bad mess with a strong Orc. It growled as they had a stare down. She took a swing and cut its arm, only to get a knick herself in return. Legolas was quickly up on his feet. He shot an arrow at the charging Orc. It screamed when the arrow went into its eye. Pippin was up too, holding a sword in his hand and fighting the other Orc. Paddamill screamed when she felt a sharp pain in her back. An Orc had just cut her. She frowned hurting. She stabbed the Orc in front of her and spun around quickly, cutting the Orcs neck. Blood splattered everywhere. She looked at it's empty eyes and cut off its head. She saw Frodo was in a mess with three big Orcs cornering him. She ran toward him.

"I'm coming Frodo!" Paddamill yelled out to let him know it was okay, but she was quickly stopped when an Orc tackled her head on and flipped her over its head and onto her back. "UGH!" She hit the ground hard. She felt her back sting even worse.

Germs were getting into her open flesh and she knew it'd take a while to get better. She watched the Orc walk around to her and grin showing its jagged yellow teeth. It raised its sword. She kicked it in the leg delaying him for a moment. She looked to see where her sword was but she couldn't see it. A splash of blood splattered on her face and an Orcs head fell into her lap. She looked up to see a chubby little guy standing above her.

"Sorry." He said holding a bloody sword. He bent down and gave her Elrond's sword then quickly ran off. She stood up and saw Frodo.

"HELP!" He yelled as he ran quickly. Paddamill twirled the sword once getting charged up. She ran to them and held out her sword. Frodo ran past it causing an Orc to run right into it. It sliced in half. She jumped backwards as the other Orc behind Frodo chased after her. The two fought with one another. Frodo grabbed a sword and looked back at the last Orc. He ran to him and swung the sword a few times. He screamed as he felt the blade of the Orcs sword slide down his arm. He quickly used the pain and turned it into anger and stabbed the Orc a few times. When it finally fell to the ground he looked around. He saw everyone standing in different places all breathing heavily.

They were all bleeding in some way and were all dirty from the long fight. Frodo saw Paddamill leaning on a rock. Legolas was leaning on his knees catching his breath, Merry and Pippin stood beside one another walking towards Aragorn who stood above a dead Orc he had just slaughtered, Boromir was lying on the ground looking up at the sky his chest rising and falling quickly, Gimli was beside Sam as they both caught their breaths.

"Are you okay?" Aragorn asked as he jogged to Frodo. He nodded as he tried to regain control of his breathing. He felt the heavy pressure of Aragorn's hand on his left shoulder. He looked past his body to see Paddamill cringing at obvious pain. He ran over to her.

"Paddamill!" He called out as he came to a stop. She sighed and looked at him.

"Hey." She said happily crawling to her knees to stand. He grabbed her arm and helped her up.

"Are you all right?" She nodded frowning slightly.

"Yes. I'm fine." Frodo sighed out.

"You don't look it."

"Oh well. Everyone needs a few scars." She joked.

A loud growl made her and Frodo yell. An Orc had been hiding behind the tree waiting for them when they were most vulnerable, after a long battle. He tackled Frodo. Everyone turned to see him being attacked. Another Orc jumped out and grabbed Paddamill. They charged toward them with their weapons drawn. Boromir and Aragorn both stabbed their swords into the sides of the Orc. It let out a squeal of pain as it shot up from choking Frodo. He leaned to his right side coughing, regaining his breath. Paddamill screamed as the Orc tossed her onto the ground as if she were a rag doll. It was a position she never wanted to be in again, the Orc held its sword in the air with the blade was pointed down at her chest. She moved to the right trying to avoid the sword but it didn't help. As it slid into her left shoulder she screamed. It burned as it cut deeply. She cried out in severe pain she really never felt before. It felt as if her shoulder was on fire as the blood pounded in her ears, the feeling of the blood pouring out of her shoulder made her hurt just as much. Pain coursed throughout her body. She yelled with tears in her eyes. She squeezed her eyes tightly as the tears streamed out of the corner of her eye.

"Paddamill!" Frodo screamed rushing towards her with a large sword in his hands. The weight of the Orc was released when Boromir tackled him. The sword fell onto her stomach with heaviness. She squinted in pain when she felt a strong arm scoop under her.

"Come on, we have to go. There are more coming!" Legolas called out as he pulled her to his chest. Boromir had tackled him down while Gimli jammed his hatchet into the head of the Orc. Paddamill frowned as she felt the pain grow stronger as Legolas jogged to her horse.

"Take her to Rivendell, we won't be far behind!" Aragorn said to him as he jumped onto the horse. He grabbed the leather straps as Paddamill leaned back on him hurting.

"Go!" Aragorn said looking at him.


Paddamill frowned as she opened her eyes slowly seeing blurred vision. She wiped her eyes and reopened them.

"Good morning." She gasped and looked to the right at Frodo sitting in a chair with a grin on his face. He was clean and chipper, obviously feeling much better. She felt a little bit of pain in her left shoulder she saw her white gown and realized she was at Rivendell.

"Your arm will be just fine.." Paddamill groaned feeling a large bump on her side and shoulder. They had dressed her wounds and given her a bath since her hair was flowing freely over her chest in thick brown waves.

"What are you doing here?" She asked groggily still trying let her eyes adjust to the bright light.

"I came to see how you were. You saved my life you know?" Frodo sounded proud as he sat down on the bed. Paddamill sat up and sighed seeing the same room she saw the other day.

"You shouldn't be here. You should be on your way to Mordor." He nodded looking down at her quilt. "What? What is the matter?" He looked up at her.

"Nothing." He smiled and got to his feet. "Lord Elrond wanted to see you after you ate breakfast." Frodo grabbed a tray of steaming food. He put it over he lap and smiled as she smelled it.

"It looks delicious!" She said picking up a fork and stabbing it into a fluffy yellow scrambled egg.

"I know. I ate two plates full." He said rubbing his full stomach. Paddamill grinned as she chewed.

Frodo left a moment after being requested to see Elrond. Paddamill quickly ate and got dressed into one of their perfect fitting dresses then headed out into the great hall wondering around trying to recall where Lord Elrond's room was. She walked down a hall where elaborate paintings and statues of great warriors lined the walls with many stories to tell. She was lost. She had no idea where she was but she knew it couldn't lead to anything horrible. Paddamill passed a few doors along the way to the other end of the hall where she saw bright lights, obviously a window stood tall or a porch. She sighed as she wiped her hands over her stomach feeling the maroon velvet dress. She hated dresses that usually fit snugly at the top, but these dresses were exceptional due to their comfort and beautiful fabrics.

Paddamill sighed when she reached the end of the hall to be greeted by another hall. This place was so large and so confusing she wondered how anyone could find their way around. She crossed her arms looking both ways down the long hall then behind her at the one she had just taken. She frowned turning in a full circle when she heard a mans voice being raised. Two doors stood tall and thick right next to the statue of a large man who held a large sword in his hands. She guessed it might've been Ilsidur. She walked over to the doors slowly and cautiously wanting to hear what the fuss was about. The voices she heard were muffled but every now and then she could make out what they were saying.

"No, we can not let her go with us." Paddamill's eyes flew open. Were they talking about her? Surely, not.

"You have no other choice. She has a special unique power that could help you on your journey. It only happens twice with each person! This could be your only chance of opportunities!" Men objecting to his request cut off Elrond. She honestly didn't know for sure if they were talking of her powers or another's. She pressed her palms against the door and closed her right eye. She looked through the crack of the door seeing Boromir's cloak swing by the door. She jumped back fearing he was going to open the door.

After a brief moment she looked back in the cracks seeing Elrond walk around. She saw Strider sitting in a chair watching the scene. He didn't look all that distressed he actually looked insipid with the argument. Paddamill squinted her left eye trying to see who sat beside him, but she couldn't tell for the door stopped her short. She tried to listen but stopped when she saw Strider look at the door and almost like he was looking at her. Paddamill's eyes opened wide and she stepped away from the door, bumping into a picture hanging on the opposite wall. Strider looked at the bottom of the door at the shadow of her feet running off. He slowly looked back up towards the large golden handle's on the door and to the crack where the two doors met. He saw that she wasn't there anymore. He slightly grinned and looked back into the middle of the room continuing on with the argument.

Paddamill had been so panicked by the whole conversation that she decided to wonder around in the garden trying to decide whether or not she should agree to go with the Fellowship on their journey. She had wanted so much to take revenge on her family's death but now being faced with the chance to do so, she didn't really know if she wanted that anymore. She crossed her arms and looked over Rivendell lost in thought. The sun was shining high above the island allowing her to see the market place and the large rivers that flowed with such smoothness. She sighed slitting her eyes from the sun.

"You don't have to come if you do not wish to do so." Paddamill turned around to see Aragorn walking towards her in his well worn cloak and his fighting attire. He had obviously not forethought of cleaning himself for he still had dirt on his face and clothes and eyes of sleepless nights. His hands ran over tall Orchids making the odd shaped flower slightly sway from side to side. He looked up from the plant at Paddamill.

"I'm sorry but I don't know what you mean." She proclaimed looking back over Rivendell.

"Oh but you do. I saw you," he frowned looking down at a flower "You were at the door. Listening. Eavesdropping." Paddamill sighed

"I was lost. And you all were talking so loud!" Paddamill said turning and looking at Aragorn with anger, like he had just insulted her of spying.

"So you do admit to hearing us." Paddamill slit her eyes and turned around once more.

"Yes. I listened. And peeped if you must know."

"Ah yes. I saw you looking through the cracks of the door." Paddamill turned to see him walking closer.

"Do I have a choice?" She asked feeling threatened by Elrond's decision. Aragorn looked up slightly as he came to a stop beside of her.

"Lord Elrond would never force anyone to do something they were unsure about." How could anyone be sure. How could he even be sure of wanting to go and help save all existence of becoming enslaved under such harsh power such as Saruman and Sauron

Paddamill nodded lightly and turned to walk over to the marble bench that was shaded by a tall tree standing at least 15 feet over head. She sat down folding her hands on her lap gathering her thoughts. Aragorn stood looking over Rivendell amazed at how beautiful it was. He took a deep breathe and exhaled slowly enjoying the cool crisp air.

"Last night," She started. Aragorn looked over his right shoulder to see her "I was so sure about going out to seek revenge on my family but now...I don't seem so sure that is what they would have wanted me to do." Aragorn watched her expression change drastically from calm to confused. He turned and walked over to her and squatted beside her.

"If only I could regress two days prior. So I could be with them. To see them one last time." Tears started to from in her eyes and her lips began to inflame. She looked down at her hands shyly she sniffed "If only to warn them." Aragorn kept watching her face as she spoke. A tear streamed down her cheek as she thought back to the horrid scene. She looked up to see Aragorn listening and watching her "I shouldn't have gone to the market. I should have been there, at home, with my family! I should have at least let my little brothers go along with me. They had wanted to go so bad." Aragorn slightly frowned and quickly reached his right hand out and cupped over Paddamill's before she could move away.

Instantly it were as if he were in a different place, he saw Frodo standing in front of him with a frown upon his face and his hand open to him.

"'Would you destroy it?'" He heard him speak in a muffled and angered tone. He frowned noticing that he could hear the ring speaking to him

'Aragorn. Aragorn. Elessar.' Aragorn noticed that Paddamill wasn't there, just him and Frodo. But as soon as it happened, it ended just as fast. With a flash of light and a sudden noise of thunder he realized he was suddenly back in the garden touching Paddamill and still kneeling in front of her. He quickly pulled his hands away from Paddamill and stood up. He was frightened by this sudden occurrence and was breathing heavily as if the montage took away his breath. Paddamill stood up just as quickly, heavily breathing with surprise herself. He looked at her with a sideways glance.

"What...just happened?" He asked in a low voice still holding his hands in midair. Paddamill looked around then at the wide eyed Aragorn.

"I-I-I don't really know." Aragorn looked down at her hands then quickly back to her face. She too was looking at his own pair of hands. As if he read her mind he lifted his right hand to meet with the palm of her left. Slowly and very cautiously they both held them up reaching for one another. They watched their hands grow closer almost afraid it was poisonous. Paddamill swallowed looking at Aragorn. He glanced into her eyes then back at her hand. They had stopped moving their hands in and were just inches away from touching. They both thought for a moment then allowed their fingers to touch. When nothing happened they firmly pressed their palms together.

Aragorn frowned and looked at Paddamill

"I don't understand." She said shaking her head slightly and looking up at Aragorn. "Why it won't happen again." She added. Paddamill grabbed his hands then touched his arms trying to make the odd incident happen once more. She touched his face and looked into his eyes.

"Maybe it will only happen when I touch you." He suggested as her hands slipped off his face.

"No." She said turning away. She frowned heavily trying to think. "This has happened before. Twice with my Mother, Father, brothers and sisters," She turned around and looked at Aragorn. "Now with you."

"Yes, but that was only once. Why when we just touched for the second time did it not happen?"

"I don't know. I have touched Frodo's hands when he helped me up out of a ditch...the day we first met!" Paddamill said eagerly trying to figure out the occurrences.

"And nothing happened?"

"Nothing." Aragorn frowned realizing what this was. He looked in her eyes and grabbed her shoulder lightly. "We must see Lord Elrond."

"You have a slight gift of foresight. Only it happens when you touch someone and it can only happen twice." Paddamill stood in the Council room.

"But why? Why would I have such a curse?" She asked watching the back of Lord Elrond.

"It is not a curse Paddamill. But a gift." He turned and looked at her. "This is why I wanted you to stay here. Help Rivendell, help us. Our people. Your people! If you can give us some sort of information on warriors lives when out in battle, if we go out to fight, then maybe we can find a way to reverse it and make things right."

"But she could only see so little." Aragorn put in as he glanced at her.

"Yes I know. That is why you must choose wisely as when to touch someone." Lord Elrond hesitated. "Although it may be brief it can give us just enough."

"But why do I have this...this gift?"

"It was passed onto you from your mother, Moruadh. She was an elf once. Related to Celeborn she was blessed by an elf who passed on powers such as foresight. When she chose to live a mortal life she would pass it on to her second child."

"Then why can't I see into the future? Why couldn't she see that she was doomed to die!" Paddamill asked walking towards Elrond felling skeptical about his story. Paddamill only knew of one person who was powerful and had done well with life and that was her fathers friend, Théoden King of Rohan. One of her best friends was his niece, Éowyn.

"She was mortal. Her power was lost. And with that happening you could only see so little." Paddamill frowned closing her eyes momentarily to rub the bridge of her nose concentration back on Elrond. "You will go with the Fellowship and help them along on their journey. But you must remember to be very careful of who you touch and most importantly when you touch." He looked up from Paddamill's face and over to Aragorn, who leaned on the wall looking down at the floor then up to Lord Elrond's concerned look.