After everyone found their rooms, it was almost as if some sleeping drug had been given to them to make them fall asleep faster. They barely had time to change into their sleeping clothes before they were out cold. As they occupants lay in their beds, a very strange dream entered their minds.

"Only when the time is near…will they see the mark appear!" A voice whispered into your ear. He started to chant in a singsong voice. "After that the evil will soon rise…to try and bring Middle-Earth's demise!" An evil cackle was heard. Looking around, only shadows could be seen. Finally straight up ahead an ugly decrepit figure emerged from the shadows. Looking closer, it was noticed that he had an ugly scar over his left eye running down toward his neck. What was left of his greasy hair hung in stringy strands to his shoulders, in a gray and black mixture. His eyes were coldly blue, and he stared at you insanely. He was tall…about the height of the wizard Gandalf. He wore a ratty brown robe that reached his ankles, and he bore a staff in his left hand, signifying his great power as a wizard.

"A dwarf, an elf, an orphan and King!" The old man cried again and again. He laughed that insane laugh that made chills crawl up your spine. The man turned and walked toward a huge machine. It compromised many levers and wheels. He ran his hands along one of the wheels lovingly, and cackled again. Feeling the need to escape his presence, you turned and ran in the opposite direction. Suddenly a forest seemed to surround you in every possible direction. Everywhere you turned the forest got thicker with more branches and vines. Taking out a long sword, you begin to hack at the trees unmindful of the loud groans and sounds that were starting to be heard above and around…seemingly coming from the trees themselves.

Finally free of the confines of the forest, you take a look around at the surroundings. You were in a large clearing, the forest now only a large circle many feet away. The babbling of a stream was heard coming from your left. Turning a large stone statue stood there, as if guarding the large stream that gushed behind it. "Galen…the watcher of Fangorn Forest." You muttered, recognizing the tall statue. Taking another step forward, you suddenly trip a trap, and the statue of Galen's eyes light up bright. The statue starts to melt away, and in its place stands the old man. Pointing his staff toward you, you suddenly felt drawn to him…feeling weightless the dreamer approached him in just a matter of moments, feet not even touching the ground. Closer and closer you get until you can smell his rotten breath in your face. He cackled again, and prepared to deal out a deathblow with his staff. You squint over his shoulder, making out the figure of something across the stream. Right as the staff was about to crack on the top of your head, you wake up.

The members of the group included in the prophecy sat up with a start in their beds. What was that all about? After taking in the fact that they were safe in Rivendell, and they each had a chance to take in a few deep breaths, they calmed down a bit. Knowing that they weren't going to get much more sleep that night, the various members got up to do their own thing. Looking out the window, the sun wasn't going to rise for another few hours. There was a lot of time to kill.

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Lady Kimberly quickly lit a candle next to her bed and looked around her room a little bit frightened. After dressing quickly in what she thought would be appropriate training clothes, she made her way down the stairs, and toward the kitchen for an early morning snack. She paused when she saw a light flickering in the kitchen, the dream still fresh in her mind. Swallowing nervously she made her way into the kitchen. She went forward and was just about to set her candle on the counter when a large dark figure lunged at her from behind the door. Screaming for her life, she reacted by slamming the door back at him, and scrambling toward the counter where she could grab a knife. The figure groaned in pain, and a weapon clanging to the floor could be heard. "That's going to leave a mark."

"Gimli?" Kim asked softly, creeping forward a bit, still cautiously.

"Kimberly?!" Gimli's gruff voice echoed in the room. He came out from behind the door, picking up his axe as he did. "What are you doing up at this hour?" He asked, a bit breathless. She had given him quite a fright when she came into the kitchen, setting down her candle so soundlessly. He had been unable to sleep after the strange dream he had had, and decided that he just need a nice hearty dwarf size snack to calm his nerves.

"I could ask you the same thing." Kim said, eyeing his axe warily as he set it down. "Thanks for not cleaving my skull by the way. What are you doing up?"

"Couldn't sleep." Gimli replied. "Figured a snack would do me good." He grinned broadly and motioned toward one of the counters on the far side of the room. It was about five feet long, and covered with every type of food imaginable.

"Me too." Kim smiled at him.

They both jumped when another figure emerged into the room. "Who goes there?" The voice asked. He had his sword drawn and ready to attack anyone who sounded or laughed like a certain old man.

"Aragorn." Kim and Gimli both breathed quietly to themselves. Kim almost sagged to the floor in her relief.

"Gimli? Lady Kimberly?" Aragorn asked, raising a questioning look, he sheathed his sword at his hip. "What are you two doing up?" Gimli and Kim both grinned at him, and pointed toward the counter stocked with food. Aragorn followed their pointing, then grinned. "Hey…food."

"If anyone else decides to just pop into this room." Kim started to say. "I'm going to die of fright. You guys wouldn't believe this dream that I had!"

Gimli and Aragorn glance at each other. "Do tell." Aragorn said, grabbing a chunk of bread and taking a bite.

"Is someone in there?" A voice hesitantly called out. The sound of footsteps getting closer could be heard.

"Not another one!" Gimli sighed, and turned his attention toward the door. Aragorn glanced at him then Kim before looking toward the door. "State your name and purpose if you don't mind."

There was a pause. "I live here!" The voice snapped back. "Why don't you tell me who you are?!"

"Anne." Aragorn, Gimli and Kim sighed at the same time.

She emerged into the room, hair all mused. She squinted at the occupants of the room. "What are you guys doing up?"

"Well…" Aragorn said, taking a glance around. "The gangs all here. Unless anyone has a better suggestion…we should start out training." Anne opened her mouth to protest, but a single look from Aragorn silenced her. "I'm sure none of us will be able to sleep anymore this night." He muttered, the dream still flashing in his mind. "Come…we shall meet the dawn with sweat on our brows, and strength in our defense."

A/N: I don't know about you guys…but I thought this chapter totally sucked. Inspiration well ran dry on this chapter. Oi…sorry about that guys! Bear with me…it will get better.