AUTHOR'S NOTE ~ Er… nothing to say.

DISCLAIMER ~ Why bother putting it? You know I don't own it.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   

Chapter 4

The bathroom Mirror of Galadriel

            "So… many… stairs… can't… walk… much… longer…" Gimli groaned.

            "Lady Galadriel," Haldir said, falling to one knee and bowing his head, "I bring you these weary travelers, as you have insisted… although some of them haven't had a bath in days, weeks and months."

            Aragorn *cough cough* Aragorn…

 The Company was stunned. Here in front of them was the fairest Elven Lady they had ever set eyes on. Clothed in white, her deep blue eyes shone out like early sunrays.

            "Get up, Haldir of Lórien, do not bow to me," she said, her voice rang out clearly, seeming to echo off all walls, then, finally into their ears. She turned her head slowly in the direction of Legolas, "Legolas, son of Thranduil... Why didn't I just say Thranduillion? It means the same thing… anyways- I can see, much doubt clouds your mind." Her eyes met Legolas' as she held her gaze, Frodo noticed him begin to fidget. Finally, he looked down, unable to hold contact. Her gaze passed Frodo, and onto Sam.

            "And Sam Gamgeeee, faithful servant of the Ring-Bearer. Your devotion to him will prove well," a small smile flickered upon her fair face. "Boromir, yes, Boromir, elder brother to Faramir, is that correct? Yes, there is still hope for Gondor, although you cannot see it," she turned again, "Meriadoc and Peregrine. The lighthearted hobbits, keep your sprits high. Gimli, the Dwarf, let us all recognize now, that dwarfs aren't all bad.

            "And Aragorn," She walked towards him, "son of Arathorn, the rightful heir to Gondor's throne. Yet he chooses exile. There are many things you could teach, yet more there is for you to learn." She touched the Elfstone that hung on his neck. "Ah, my own Arwen's. I see that she has chosen a mortal life to be with you. Though I do not know why," She smiled and Aragorn looked downwards.

            She moved back to Frodo, now he could understand why no one could withstand her gaze. Her crystal blue eyes seemed to pass through him seeing all his faults, triumphs and doubts. "Frodo, you have gone through so much, yet there is still so much more you must endure before you can return home. But remember, you have the love of Galadriel of Lórien, and that may be a weapon that Sauron does not have." Through all of this, he realized that the Elf lady had not opened her lips.

            "Give them a place to rest for the night," she instructed, "for they are weary and in need of sleep."

            Merry yawned; it seemed forever since he had a wink of sleep. But most of them were too grieved by the loss of Gandalf--

            Whoa Narrator, watch it. Gandalf isn't dead.

            Sorry about that.

            You should be.

            "What? I thought you said the Narrator wasn't a person! But she- or he- is talking to us slash you," Gimli said.

            I hired a Narrator person.

            "Oh, that would make sense," said Gimli, "but it is a he or she?"

            A she.

            "Who?" Aragorn asked.

            My other half.

            "What?" said Legolas.

            My other half. I have devoted one half of myself to being Narrator, and the other to continue being Author. I found it strange to keep saying 'is it a he or she?'. You're the one who irks me, Gimli. The chapter is almost over, and I have to get The Mirror of Galadriel in. I don't think I'll be able to.

            "Then start a new chapter now," Pippin suggested.

            Fine, I will.

Chapter 4

 Galadriel's Bathroom Mirror

The second attempt

            Merry yawned, it seemed like forever since they had last slept. They were in a talan, a platform high above the trees. Legolas was stretched out in the corner, his hair still wet from taking a shower. He had his eyes open, focused no where, while humming a soft Elvish tune to himself. (He can hum, but he can't sing).

            Aragorn sat in the opposite corner to him, grumbling about something. From him oozed a puddle of water. The Elves had pushed him into a tub of water, claiming he had looked too dirty to be in the presence of the Lady of Lorien. But for some reason, he was glad, the feeling of being clean hadn't been felt in many a month.

            Frodo sat by the edge, feeling a sudden calling from Galadriel. He stepped slowly town the ladder, Sam was sleeping, Gimli had his hand resting on his ax, snoring softly, and Pippin and Merry had fallen asleep in each others' arms (NOTHING SLASH, I SWEAR). Boromir had his head tilted on his shoulder, he was breathing softly with a light smile on his face.

            Aragorn looked in the direction of Frodo, but made no attempt to follow as he wrung the water from his robes.

            Frodo walked without a destination. His feet were carrying him wherever they wanted to go. He climbed down the talan, and as he turned around; he was stunned to see Galadriel behind him. As good as hobbit ears are, he did not hear her approach.

            "I have been waiting," she said, then beckoned him to follow her. Her footsteps were light, and even, seeming never to touch the ground. The elf led him to a small clearing, in front of him stood a sink and a mirror. There also was a toilet in the corner with the seat pulled up. Galadriel went over and shut it, mumbling about how Celeborn always forgot that women need the seat down. (Sorry, had to put that in, I fell into a toilet when I was 5. My cousin forgot to put it down and I didn't notice.) "Will you look into the Bathroom Mirror of Galadriel?"

"What will I see?" Frodo asked.

"Even the wisest cannot tell. Things that have past, things that are now, and some things, still yet to pass. Only you will know."

Frodo stepped up on the stool. At first he could not see anything except for his reflection in the mirror.

"Not the mirror, you dingbat, look in the sink," Galadriel said.

            "Oh," Frodo leaned down and looked into the sink. There were calm ripples that rang around till they touched the edge of the porcelain bowl. Finally, when the water stilled, he saw the figures of his friends. Legolas had fallen asleep with his hands folded on his chest, Aragorn was now almost fully dry, and everyone else had not changed positions since he'd left. Abruptly, the scene changed. No longer the face of the Company, it was now the scene of what looked like a mine.

            It was not a deserted mine, for what stirred in it was thousands upon thousands of Orcs, Elves, men and Dwarves. Frodo squinted at their shapes, but there was no doubt in his mind now, those shapes were of elves. Fair they still where, but they were taken into slavery. Frodo watched in horror as one of the Elves fell. The mirror seemed to focus on this fallen elf; all fogginess from the mirror was gone, giving a clear picture of his face. Frodo eyes widened, it was Legolas. His features hadn't changed much, but so strong was the fear and loathing painted on his face that Frodo felt like ice was coursing through his veins. An Orc grabbed him by the back of the neck and made him get up- only to see him fall again. But this time, he did not get up. Gimli gave a sudden cry.

            Frodo took a moment to catch his breath, then he forced his eyes to look into the sink. The picture changed again.  He was back in the Shire, or what was left of it. A fire had swept through all the hobbit holes, leaving them as charred pits. There were no hobbits in sight, before he could comprehend all this, the landscape changed yet again.

There where the Nine Riders. But there was a tenth, a shorter one, riding not a horse but a pony. The scene would have been comical, if he weren't so shaken by the first picture. Then he saw what was their unfortunate prey- Aragorn. He could run no farther, but would not go down without a fight. Aragorn took a breath and shut his eyes for a moment. He bared his teeth and ran towards his doom. The scene changed again to IT from Camazotz.

Camazotz?

Sorry, I just finished reading A Wrinkle in Time.

Don't do it again.

Sorry.

You spend half of your time apologizing.

I said I was sorry!

 "No!" Frodo suddenly shouted, "No! I don't want to see any more of this! What is this new horror?"

That's what you get when you look into a dirty sink.

"It is not dirty," Galadriel said hotly.

 "I will not fail!" Frodo cried.

That's what I said before every math test, and then I pass with 78%.

"That's still a B."

Yeah, then hurry up, there is no more you need from the mirror. Begin your departure, this story  is getting long.

                                                                                                                                                                       

            Taa Daa!

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