A/N: This chapter begins where the movie version of Two Towers ends. For those who have not read the books, please realize that from this chapter on, this story will contain SPOLIERS. With this story, I have tried to stay as close to the books as would allow given I have completely added a fictitious character. And in accordance with the books, there will be one more chapter before I have finished Two Towers and have moved on to Return of the King. For those who have had such nice things to say about this story, thank you. I am glad that someone enjoys reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. And sorry I cannot update as quickly as you would like. Unfortunately, life gets in the way, but even though slowly, I will keep plugging away until it is finished.
I'm frightened by what I see

But somehow I know

That there's much more to come

Immobilized by my fear

And soon to be

Blinded by tears

I can stop the pain

If I will it all away

Don't turn away

(Don't give in to the pain)

Don't try to hide

(Though they're screaming your name)

Don't close your eyes

(God knows what lies behind them)

Don't turn out the light

(Never sleep never die)

Fallen angels at my feet

Whispered voices at my ear

Death before my eyes

Lying next to me I fear

She beckons me

Shall I give in

Upon my end shall I begin

Forsaking all I've fallen for

I rise to meet my end

Evanscence - "Whisper"
Road to Isengard

The women of the Mark were more then anxious to get out of the caves and see for themselves the destruction above. Mothers and wives rushed up the narrow passageway, hoping husbands, sons, fathers and brothers were still alive. Mirriel watched them flood out of the caverns and felt immense sorrow because many were going to have their world turned upside down. And still she lingered. While she was so thankful those around her had survived the night, she was afraid with the sunlight would also come the knowledge of the dead. She was not ready to discover just who had not survived. Haldir was enough.

"What are you doing here, Kala?" Legolas asked after the last woman had left the cave. He was still holding her in his arms, worried over her reaction to Haldir's death. He hated asking; because he knew it would only refresh her memory, but he needed to know why she'd risked her own safety to get to Helms Deep.

Mirriel turned to her husband then glanced at the others of the now separated Fellowship. "I left Galadrim around 8 days ago, I believe, but I might have miscounted. It does not matter for the whole to be understood. We were tracking Arwen, who had fled after hearing Mother and Papa speak of Helms Deep."

"What!" Aragorn exclaimed. Gandalf placed a restraining hand on his arm.

"It was my fault," Mirriel explained as she rushed to his side. "Mother had seen what was going to occur here, but in her mind, it was going to be a major defeat. Arwen came to me and I had made the mistake of commenting on a way of forcing their hand in sending aid." Mirriel pushed herself away from Aragorn as she remembered why Haldir had become involved. "Haldir, Rumil, and Orophim stopped me before I could set off after her. I convinced them it was the only way; that I had to go after Arwen. We finally met up with her at the Onodlo and proceeded to head for the Gap of Rohan."

This time Legolas interrupted with a curse. "How could you be so foolish as to think to travel that close to Isengard?"

"Do not beret me now," Mirriel exclaimed. "It was the only way I saw to bring aid. And it worked. Before we even reached the Gap of Rohan, we encountered Glorfindel leading an army. He returned Arwen to Rivendell, while Haldir continued to lead the host."

"What was Arwen doing at Lorien to begin with?" Aragorn asked, his confusion evident. He had left Arwen at Rivendell with the hope that she would sail West with her people. "She should have been traveling to the Gray Havens," Aragorn said softly as he turned from Mirriel, not wanting her to see just how much that thought disturbed him. At his statement, Mirriel wondered if that was what the woman, Eowyn had meant. Had she confused Mirriel with Arwen?

Mirriel was silent a moment, wondering just how she should tell Aragorn of Arwen's conversation with their Father. Mirriel touched Aragorn's arm lightly. "Father wanted her to. He has made no secret of his desire concerning Arwen. And she left to do just as he asked. Only at some point, she realized she could not leave and the reason is because she loves you," Mirriel replied tenderly. Aragorn returned his gaze to hers, hope shining in his eyes. "And so instead, she came to Lorien. From Lorien, she fled once again, with only one thought- you. Proving to all her decision has been made."

"Kala, why did you not return with Arwen?" Legolas asked, interrupting the exchange between the two. Talk of Arwen was all well and good, but he was concerned of other things, Mirriel's safety. The fact that she had walked straight into the middle of a battle with no apparent thought to her own safety disturbed him.

"I was looking for Mithrandir," she replied softly, seeing Legolas' level of anger beginning to rise again. She wanted to diffuse it as quickly as possible, but she was not sure how.

"Yes, I did call to you, didn't I," Gandalf said, almost sounding surprised himself. All turned to the Wizard, waiting for him to explain. "I had expected to arrive before you, but one can never predict the determination of the Elves," he said with a smile.

"Why would you send for her?" Legolas asked incredulously. "You brought her here?"

Gandalf looked directly at Legolas, not the least bit phased by the anger aimed at him. "Now is not the time to discuss such things. Only know, Legolas Greenleaf, I have a reason for most everything I do and this is no exception." With that, Gandalf turned from them and left the caverns without a backward glance.

The four who remained stood in stunned silence, watching Gandalf ascend the passageway and turn out of sight. Mirriel glanced at Legolas, wondering what his reaction would be. Gandalf's words had done nothing to ebb his anger. Mirriel approached him slowly then tentatively touched her husband's arm.

"Did the Elves from Rivendell in anyway help or was it all for naught?" she asked softly.

Legolas turned to the sound of Mirriel's voice. He now saw Gandalf as the object of his anger, and so his eyes softened as they fixed on her. "With them, we managed to hang on until Gandalf arrived. Without them, I do not think we would have lived to see this morning. So yes, my love, they helped," he whispered as he touched her face gently. "Kala, I just wish you would stay put."

Mirriel laughed. "I know you do. And I wish I could stay where you put me." She grinned at him and he returned her smile.

"How will I ever manage to let you go again?" he whispered huskily as he pulled her close. "I do not know if I can."

He brought her lips to his, closing his eyes and losing himself in the feel of her against him. Legolas wrapped her in his arms, sinking his hands in her hair, wanting to forget all that occurred since he'd last held her.

Mirriel sighed as she unconsciously swayed forward, pressing herself tightly against his lean frame. She felt her knees cave in as love for this Elf trampled right over her, but Legolas held her in place.

As they parted, Mirriel glanced over Legolas' shoulder to find Aragorn and Gimli no longer standing there. She giggled and Legolas turned to see what her source of amusement might be. He saw nothing.

"Do you think they were trying to tell us something?" she asked as Legolas turned his questioning gaze back to her. She laughed again. "Your companions?" she asked, reminding him they had not been alone.

Legolas joined in her laughter. "Ahh, yes, them," he replied, finding amusement in his friends' disappearance. "I guess that gives us more time," he said with a devilish grin.

Mirriel playfully slapped his arm. Then she grew serious as she looked again to the open doorway. "We should go up," she said uneasily. She wanted to drag her feet, to avoid having to return to the reality of their situation. But it had to be done.

The smile slid from Legolas' face and he nodded slowly. He griped her hand tightly in his and led her to the surface.

As they stepped through the now shattered doorway, Mirriel was blinded by the bright sunlight. She stopped a moment, trying to accustom herself. Her footsteps faltered as the smell of death filled her nostrils. Legolas smiled sadly at her.

"I wish I could shield you from all this," he whispered softly.

Mirriel nodded, knowing he certainly would if he could. But if she was to play a role in the downfall of Sauron, this was something she was going to have to accustom herself to, though she wondered if one really ever did.

As Mirriel looked over the Parapet, she noticed the landscape had changed. Where grassy slopes had met with mountainous hills now stood a dark brooding forest, great trees, silent and bare.

"Are my eyes deceiving me?" Mirriel asked. She shut her eyes then reopened them, expecting to look upon the green dale. But the trees remained.

"They do not," Legolas said softly. There was something about the woods that made everyone who looked upon them nervous, and Legolas was no exception.

"I do not understand. How can this be?" she whispered. She could not say she was truly frightened of the sight before her, but it did give her pause. Was this the work of Saruman? And if so, why had Mithrandir not acted?

Legolas shrugged. "Mithrandir was very vague when questioned about them. It was supposed by King Theoden to be the work of Saruman. Mithrandir denies this. The riddle shall be solved when we leave for Isengard."

"Isengard?" she questioned as she turned to Legolas, the trees forgotten.

Legolas eyed her warily. He did not like the gleam in her eye. "Yes, we leave this day," he explained softly.

"Do we?" she murmured.

"Kala," he warned as Aragorn, Gandalf, and Gimli exited the keep and approached them. "Do not get any foolish ideas!"

"And pray tell what would those be?" she asked slowly, drawing each syllable out. Legolas knew she was becoming irritated and he did not care.

"Are we interrupting?" Aragorn asked lightly, finding amusement in the discord before him. He really did not need to ask to know what they were on the verge of conflict about. He had already spoken to Gandalf and knew what was to take place.

"Mirriel seems to be under the absurd notion that she will be traveling to Isengard with us," Legolas responded, folding his arms over his chest, daring her to defy him.

Mirriel could not resist the challenge. She placed her hands on her hips and turned the full force of her stare upon him. "It is not absurd!" she hissed.

"You are correct. It is not," Gandalf said, intervening before the duo declared war upon each other. "We set out for Isengard in one hour and Mirriel will be joining us."

"And do I not have a say in this?" Legolas exclaimed, angry that Gandalf was making decisions that could very well cost Mirriel her life. All this time they had done everything to keep her from Isengard and now Gandalf wanted to just waltz right through the gates with one of Saruman's greatest prizes.

"Mirriel started down the road to Isengard many days ago, Legolas. It is too late to stop that journey now. Anyway she has every right to see what, if anything, her handiwork accomplished. Plus there are other issues to consider. And Isengard is the place to begin," Gandalf declared as the arm holding his staff made a sweeping gesture toward the north.

Legolas opened his mouth to argue with the Wizard. When it came to Mirriel, Gandalf spoke as if he had some great knowledge. But Legolas could not just ignore his reservations without a more informative explanation. Before Legolas could utter a retort, they were interrupted.

"I see you have found him, Lady Mirriel of Rivendell," one called out in greeting. Mirriel turned to find the Rohirrim rider she had encountered on the journey to Helms Deep with Arwen and the three brothers. He drew near, guiding Lady Eowyn with a hand placed on the small of her back.

"Eomer, The Third Marshall of the Mark," she returned in greeting. "It is good to see you have faired well. And yes, I am gladdened to find him healthy so now he can lecture me as only a husband can," she murmured, casting a sidelong glance at Legolas.

Eomer laughed loudly. "A lesson my fair sister should learn."

Eowyn ignored her brother's words. She was too preoccupied with what the Lady Mirriel had just said.

"We meet again, Lady Eowyn," Mirriel said as she nodded to the golden haired woman.

"I do not think we have been properly introduced," Eowyn responded as she glanced to Aragorn, hoping for some sort of indication as to who this Elf was, especially in connection to Aragorn.

Aragorn stepped forward, grasping Mirriel by the arm and leading her closer to the brother and sister.

"Mirriel, you appear to have already met Eomer. Lady Eowyn, this is Lady Mirriel, daughter of Lord Elrond of Rivendell, my adopted sister, and wife of Legolas."

Mirriel thought she'd seen relief flood Eowyn's eyes at Aragorn's announcement. And she was correct. Eowyn was happy to learn she had misunderstood the relationship. She had set herself up to hate the one who held Aragorn's affection and was finding it a difficult task after meeting Mirriel.

"I must thank you for the aid you brought with you," Eomer said to the silver haired beauty before him. There was something so different about this female, she looked so much like a human and yet so different. She was considerably taller than most women and very slender. But it was her movements that set her apart. Where his sister walked about with a purpose, a long stride like that of a man, this one glided with such grace, her feet seemed to barely touch the ground. But when he'd seen her starring at Legolas, hands on hips, he'd once again been reminded of his sister.

At his words, something seemed to flicker behind her eyes, as if she'd forgotten her purpose at Helms Deep and how she had gotten there. "I am not the one you should thank for I had little to do with it," she said softly, thinking once again of Haldir. She reached out and grasped Legolas' hand as he took a step closer to his wife. "Please excuse me, Lady Eowyn, Lord Eomer. I have kinsmen I need to attend to before we leave for Isengard," Mirriel murmured, bowing before the two.

Gandalf led her to where they had laid the dead. The Great Hall was overflowing with the bodies of the Rohirrim while women: wives, mothers, and daughters, got them ready for burial. In the back, lined against the wall were the Elves. There were so many, much more than Mirriel had expected. She wondered if Haldir had known his fate, that his life would be extinguished at the Battle of Hornburg. Was that why he had sent Rumil and Orophim back to Lorien?

With that thought, she spotted Haldir, Glorfindel's golden armor clearly visible. He looked so peaceful. If Mirriel had not known better, she would have thought him to be in the Dream World. A sob escaped her as her eyes took his body in, the brutal blow that had taken his life not evident.

Aragorn and Legolas picked up his lifeless form, setting it upon a table, brought up from below to aid the women. She stared at him for the longest time, not sure where to begin and if she could even manage the ritual without breaking down. With a deep sigh, Mirriel began washing Haldir, silently paying her respects to the one who had done so much to protect her. She had difficulty turning him over onto his side and aid can from the most likely of individuals, Eowyn. For it seemed while the warring was for the men, the preparing of the dead was left to the women. The men did not have the stomach for the task. She appeared at her side, helping her flip Haldir's body over. As Mirriel released another sob, having found the fatal wound in Haldir's back, Eowyn grasped her hand and squeezed gently. And in that moment, the two understood each other and an unlikely kinship was formed, a sisterhood of tragedy.

Mirriel had not the time to prepare all her fallen brethren for burial. As she finished with Haldir then glanced to the others, Eowyn once again appeared at her side.

"Go. You will be leaving soon. Trust me to take care of them," she said as she touched Mirriel's arm gently. Mirriel glanced at Eowyn, knowing she would do this, not just for Mirriel, but also for those who had given their lives for her people. Eowyn understood they deserved nothing less. Mirriel nodded wearily and then stumbled from the room.

Legolas was waiting for her just outside the doorway with Gimli by his side. He had jumped to his feet long before she had appeared, while Gimli still attempted to rise from the stone floor. He gently placed an arm around Mirriel's waist, guiding her away from the doorway.

"So many," she murmured as she leaned against Legolas, accepting his strength and support.

"Yes, but such a small price to pay if we are victorious," Legolas replied softly.

"Is it?" she questioned, her eyes flickering to his face, but she did not really see him, no only the dead, only Haldir.

"Yes, my love," he whispered. "So many more will die before our goal is reached. If this is all we lose, we shall be truly blessed." Legolas grasped her cheeks carefully in his hands, begging her to come back to him, to leave that room of death behind her. Mirriel blinked, and it appeared to Legolas as if she was awaking from a deep sleep.

"I am sorry," she said softly, her voice tripping over the words. "I did not expect this."

"Do not apologize. It is not necessary," he replied as he pulled her against him, whispering a plea to Valinor that she not have to witness such a scene again.

Mirriel nodded against his shoulder, resting her head in the crook of his neck as she wrapped her arms around him tightly. She felt Legolas brush the top of her head with a light kiss when she heard the heavy shuffling of Dwarf boots. After placing a lingering kiss on the soft skin above his collarbone, Mirriel pulled away from Legolas.

"How is your head, Master Gimli?" Mirriel asked, glad for the distraction.

"It is fine, truly," Gimli replied, embarrassed over the concern. It was newly bandaged and the blood flow had ceased. "It does not pain me much more than a good night of drinking several pints of ale. Do not worry yourself over a mere scratch."

Mirriel nodded since he did appear to be suffering no ill effects from the wound. She decided to let the matter drop since she would be traveling with them to Isengard. She could keep an eye on Gimli and intervene if it was needed.

"Let us walk a bit and you can tell me of your journey since you left Lorien," Mirriel said as she touched the two on either side of her. She needed exercise to loosen stressed muscles that would soon be aching from atop a horse. And her mind could use the diversion of idle chat. "Tell me of the Hobbits, Pippin and Merry. Where are they?"

Gimli shrugged and Mirriel glanced down at him confused.

This was the one question Legolas had been dreading since he discovered her in the caves. "When we encountered Gandalf in Fangorn Forest," Legolas began as he entwined his fingers with Mirriel's, "we still had not found them. He was the one who called off the pursuit, saying they were in fine hands and not to worry about them for now. And so we went to Edoras with Gandalf and left Merry and Pippin behind. I am sorry, Kala. I know you are concerned about them."

Gimli immediately jumped to Legolas' defense, attempting to advert Mirriel from assigning any blame to her husband. "Legolas did not want to give up the chase," Gimli said in a rush as Legolas sent him a grateful smile. "None of us did."

"Yes, Gandalf seems to have a hand in it all, does he not," Mirriel murmured as she looked from Gimli to Legolas. Gimli was nodding vigorously as Legolas observed her silently. "But we have trusted Gandalf this far. I do not think he will lead us astray now."

The trio walked around the keep, filling each other in on exactly how they had found themselves at Helms Deep. Mirriel spoke of the Eldars in Lorien, who had spent days fighting over millennium old issues. She relayed her delight in Gandalf's return from darkness and how her memory had been restored. Then she described Arwen's flight to Lorien and subsequent flight from Lorien, including her encounter with Eomer.

Gimli recalled how Frodo and Sam had separated from the Fellowship and Legolas had attempted to follow them. Aragorn had made the decision to let Frodo go and instead hunt the Orcs who had taken Merry and Pippin prisoner. Then he spoke of the reunion with Gandalf in Fangorn Forest and of their progress to Edoras.

Legolas did not see the need to rehash Boromir's death, quite aware Mirriel already knew more than he would have liked, so the only thing he added was of the scouts they encountered on their way to Helms Deep and of Aragorn's brief disappearance. Mirriel was able to determine more from Legolas' tone than from his words. He had believed Aragorn lost to them and had mourned him, as only one who had lost a loved one could understand.

Aragorn stopped them halfway through their fourth spin around the keep. They had just rounded the corner, silently enjoying the companionship and relative quiet. There was a gloom that hung over the keep, the only sound to be heard were the shuffling of feet and the occasional tear. But to the three it was refreshing compared to the battle hours before.

"It is time to leave," Aragorn said as he stepped in front of the wandering trio.

Soon all three had their provisions and met Aragorn and Gandalf in the courtyard. They were each leading two horses and Mirriel wondered at this. She did not have to wait long when Aragorn handed her the reins of a beautiful brown steed. Mirriel made the mistake of looking to Legolas and uncontrollable laughter escaped her lips. Legolas was desperately trying to manage control of the beast by tugging at the reins while still helping Gimli atop it. They ended up only spinning in circles as Gimli hopped along on one leg, the other in the stirrup. Legolas was cursing under his breath and hissing Gimli's name in exasperation as he moved with the horse, attempting to get it to stand still.

"Steady her," Gimli grumbled as Legolas managed to finally get the horse under control and Gimli once again tried to get on its back.

Legolas whispered something to the horse, part of which consisted of "short uncoordinated cave dwellers". Mirriel could not hear most of his words, but what she did only caused her to laugh harder. Legolas sent her a withering look over Gimli's head as he climbed in front of the Dwarf.

Finally with everyone atop their horse, they turned their mounts toward the gate, where they met up with King Theoden, Eomer, and the Riders of the Mark. Theoden stopped along side Gandalf and sent him a questioning look.

"Gandalf, do you think it wise to bring a Lady with us to Isengard?" Theoden asked as he eyed Mirriel curiously. "I do not think where we go is fit for the presence of one as lovely as the Daughter of Rivendell."

As Mirriel watched Theoden, she got the impression she was supposed to be flattered by his words instead of insulted. She wondered how many others he had used the very same line on in the attempt to appease. She opened her mouth with the clear intention on delivering a rounding set down, but Gandalf patted her hand gently.

"It is essential she go with us. It is time for Saruman to realize his ultimate defeat." Gandalf announced rather cryptically. Many turned their gaze to Mirriel, wondering at Gandalf's words. She kept her eyes turned defiantly ahead, refusing to return anyone's look. Legolas unconsciously moved his horse closer to her, their thighs brushing lightly. "And there are far more interesting implications that I do not believe I should go into right now," Gandalf murmured as he watched Mirriel thoughtfully, sorting out in his mind the many different scenarios that could come to play. He smiled, settling on one idea he liked very much, then patted Shadowfax's neck. Shadowfax turned to the north and walked slowly out of the keep with the rest following.

As they rode out, a large crowd of men, women, and children had gathered, singing of victory. As the riders approached the woods, the crowd quickly dispersed, fear gripping them at the thought of what lay within. Gandalf came to a halt before the wall of trees. A mist hung around the trees casting a menacing darkness within. Mirriel moved forward, staring at the forest as she approached Gandalf. She was uncertain how to enter the woodland and glanced at Gandalf as he watched the woods thoughtfully. He seemed to be listening to something, and as Mirriel strained her ears, she thought she heard the sound, the grumbling of many voices though the words were unknown.

As Gandalf rode forward, an opening like an arched gate appeared; and through it Gandalf passed with the Company hesitantly following. Mirriel spurred her horse forward to ride beside Gandalf. The trees emanated a great anger, so great it caused the air to pulsate around her as her ears caught the wordless voices, murmuring through creak and groan of bough their rage at some unknown force. Mirriel knew they were not the cause of the immense anger. In fact the trees viewed them with indifference.

"Gandalf, where are Pippin and Merry?" Mirriel whispered. While she was fairly certain they were safe inside the woods, she did not want to tempt fate and so spoke very softly.

"They are in good hands," he replied, his voice as low as hers. "It seems they ran into, quite literally, a friend of gigantic proportions in Fangorn Forest." Gandalf looked down his nose at Mirriel. He was not yet ready to come right out and say what he believed had already occurred at Isengard due to those residing in Fangorn Forest. But he suspected she would guess. She had given him the idea, after all.

Mirriel was silent a moment, giving his words some thought, trying to comprehend the silent message he seemed to be sending. "So it worked then?" she asked softly.

"To what end, I do not know," he replied, "though I think we shall have our answer soon enough." Gandalf paused a moment as he regarded her silently. "Mirriel, you and I have both seen Isengard's destruction," he finally whispered, leaning into Mirriel so they would not be overheard. "If we were mislead, I want you to flee at the first sign of trouble. Do you understand what I say?"

Mirriel nodded absently, not really giving much thought to Gandalf's request. Her mind was still concentrating on his first statement. "What is my purpose?" she asked softly.

Gandalf smiled at her. She had always been an impatient child; and as an adult, she still had acquired none. "I have my thoughts regarding that, but only time can tell, my dear. I think it too soon to speak of such things. But I promise you this, Mirriel; I will not leave you in the dark if I can prevent it. Just as soon as I have something definitive." Gandalf's train of thought was lost with the interruption of a set of voices behind them.

""You move me, Gimli," said Legolas. "I have never heard you speak like this before. Almost you make me regret that I have not seen these caves. Come! Let us make this bargain- if we both return safe out of the perils that await us, we will journey for a while together. You shall visit Fangorn with me, and then I will come with you to see Helms Deep."

"That would not be the way that I should choose," said Gimli. "But I will endure Fangorn, if I have your promise to come back to the caves and share their wonder with me."

"You have my promise," said Legolas."

"And what of you, Mistress Mirriel? Will you not accompany us?" Gimli called out as Legolas bridged the gap between them and Mirriel and Gandalf.

Mirriel looked at Gimli as he and Legolas appeared on her right. "My dear friend, I do not see tramping across the countryside in my future, though I do not begrudge you your travels," she replied with a smile. "I think I shall have other things to attend to. But I will expect full disclosure upon your return."

Legolas observed his wife silently, wondering at the unspoken meaning behind her words. Knowing this to be neither the time nor the place, he did not question Mirriel. He had not forgotten with whom they now traveled or the fact that it was imperative Mirriel's parentage remain a secret. But it was beginning to wear on him, keeping such knowledge from Gimli. Legolas was beginning to believe the Dwarf had a right to know the truth. He had proven his allegiance to the Fellowship repeatedly.

A collective sigh of relief from the Rohirrim was heard when they finally passed the trees. They found they had come to the bottom of the Coomb, where the road forked; east led to Edoras and north to the Fords of Isen. A cry reached Mirriel's ears.

""There are eyes, eyes looking from the boughs!" Legolas called. "I have never seen such eyes before.""

Mirriel quickly pivoted on her horse to see Legolas returning to the tree line. Gimli held on for dear life, looking anxiously behind them.

""No, no!" cried Gimli. "Do as you please in your madness, but let me first get down from this horse! I wish to see no eyes!"

"Stay, Legolas Greenleaf!" said Gandalf. "Do not go back into the wood, not yet! Now is not your time.""

Even as Gandalf called out, from the trees appeared strange looking beasts. They were tree-like, tall (over twelve feet in height) and stout, gray or green in appearance. They were long limbed and walked with a stiff gait as if the movement strained them. Solemn were their eyes, but they looked not at the Company, but gazed to the north. Suddenly they lifted their long hands to their mouths and let loose a call, similar to the musical notes of a horn. Their call was answered and when the Company turned forward again, they were stunned to see more of these creatures coming from the north. They moved slowly, but made up speed with their large strides. Some cried out in wonder, but Mirriel remained silent, too surprised to utter a sound.

Legolas, who had returned to Aragorn's side, stared in wonder at the visions before him. He did not even think to reach for his bow, so compelled was he by the sight. Gimli, on the other hand, was very nervous, not certain if these were friend or foe so he raised his axe, preparing himself. Aragorn also reached for his sword, though he never withdrew the weapon from its sheath. But Mirriel was not aware of this, for she never lifted her gaze from the approaching creatures.

"You have no need for weapons," Gandalf called, trying to calm the nervous Rohirrim men. "These are no enemies of ours. They are only Herdsmen. They are not even concerned with us."

Mirriel watched as the 'Herdsmen' walked right past them, paying the Company no mind whatsoever, and disappeared into the woods. She, in all her three thousand years, had never set eyes on such a wondrous sight. She wanted to follow them, to try to converse with the Herdsmen. Gandalf tapped Mirriel on the arm. She turned her attention to him to discover he was shaking his head.

"We do not have time for such foolishness," he stated with amusement to Mirriel's surprise. She returned his smile sheepishly.

""Herdsmen?" Theoden questioned as he looked at Gandalf wide eyed. "Where are their flocks? What are they, Gandalf? For it is plain that to you, at any rate, they are not strange."

"They are shepherds of the trees," Gandalf replied. "Is it so long since you listened to tales by the fireside? There are children in your land who, out of the twisted threads of story, could pick the answer to your question. You have seen Ents, O King, Ents of Fangorn Forest, which in your tongue you call Entwood.""

With Gandalf's announcement, the rest of the conversation was lost on Mirriel. "Ents," she whispered as she turned back to the trees, hoping to get another glimpse of them. Even after Gandalf had left Lorien to attempt to raise the Ents to war, she still had not been entirely certain of their existence. And in her wildest dreams, she had never envisioned actually laying eyes on one. Oh, what she would have given to be able to speak to one. She locked gazes with Legolas for the briefest of moments and smiled sadly, knowing they were of one mind in their desire.

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As day turned to late afternoon, the company took the road from the Coombs leading to the Fords of Isen. The journey passed in one big blur for Mirriel. She vaguely recalled them stopping at the Fords of Isen, but what occurred there, she could not say. It was all of little importance to her for her mind was busy concentrating on other things. A link that had been stretched thin seemed to be growing in strength and she was beginning to hear the voices. They were faint and far off, just whisperings in her mind. She could make out no words that were of coherent speech; as if she was listening to a long forgotten language no tongue now knew or dared speak.

Mirriel was brought back to her present surroundings by a sudden jostling to her left. Aragorn smiled apologetically as he rode past with Eomer. As Mirriel's horse came to a halt, she was surprised to find the sky had darkened and the Company had stopped. They had reached the feet of the Misty Mountains.

Mirriel descended from her mount to find Legolas at her side, his hand on her elbow.

"I will take your mount," he said as he released his hold on her arm and grasped the horse's reins. Legolas took a step forward until he was pressed against her back and his arm slid around her waist. "Kala," he whispered in her ear, "Aragorn has asked that I take first watch. Stay beside Gimli until I return." She nodded her head. "Good," he said, placing a light kiss behind her ear.

As Legolas led the horse away, Mirriel turned to Gimli, who was standing off to her right, waiting for her to join him. He smiled when she acknowledged his presence, then turned, expecting her to follow him. With a soft chuckle, Mirriel trailed after the Dwarf to the edge of camp. There she found he'd laid down his cloak, making a soft bed for her to lie upon. Mirriel smiled at his thoughtfulness and as she moved past Gimli, she placed a light kiss on his cheek. Gimli turned a shade of crimson from the neck up as he hung his head. Mirriel attempted to get comfortable on the makeshift bed as Gimli flopped down beside her. Moments later, he was snoring softly and Mirriel marveled at his ability to sleep at any location.

Around them, the Men of the Mark were either asleep or settling down for the night. Only Aragorn, Gandalf, and Eomer remained seated, their hushed tones flowing over Mirriel. Not paying them any particular attention, she only caught about every fourth word, but it was enough to understand Aragorn and Eomer were questioning Gandalf about his vague responses concerning the Ents and Isengard. And with their rising levels of frustration, Mirriel concluded Gandalf was of little use. She smiled to herself, understanding their annoyance. She'd had heard her fair share of Gandalf's riddles lately.

Mirriel was deep in thought, wondering at the strange voices she had heard and why they seemed so familiar, when with a surprised gasp, she realized Legolas had returned to her. He was crouched before her, stunned that he had approached her without her being aware of his presence. Legolas held his hand out to Mirriel. She looked at him curiously before placing her palm in his outstretched hand. Legolas stood, gently pulling her to her feet. He silently led her through the camp, maneuvering around sleeping forms. As they passed the only members of the Company still awake besides those on watch, Gandalf raised an eyebrow, questioning their intentions. Mirriel slightly shrugged her shoulders while Legolas returned the look with an arrogant one of his own, daring the Wizard to stop them. Gandalf did not bother responding to the Elf's challenge. He had more important things to concern himself with than one annoyed Elf.

When they were finally far enough away from the camp that Legolas was certain they would not be overheard, he stopped. He pivoted toward Mirriel, and then sat abruptly cross-legged on the ground. Once seated, he gave Mirriel's arm a sharp tug. Surprised, she lost her balance and with a giggle, toppled into his lap. Mirriel immediately found herself imprisoned in his arms.

She knew there was much Legolas wanted answers to, but she was not quite ready to give up the rightness of being in his arms for a serious conversation. She sighed, snuggling into his embrace as she rested her cheek on his shoulder. Stray strands of his hair draped over his shoulder, tickling her nose. Mirriel gently grasped several, rubbing them lightly against her lips.

"Kala, your memory, has everything returned?" Legolas asked curiously.

"Mithrandir spoke some words. I am told I fainted. When I awoke, it was all there." Mirriel paused as she raised her head to look into Legolas' eyes. "It is the strangest feeling, having two sets of memories mesh like two lives entwining together. All those forgotten years with Mother, Papa, and Celebrian, I am glad to have those returned. They are priceless to me. And with the memories I regained all the emotions I had invested, such overwhelming love. But it is unsettling still, trying to juggle the feelings for Elrond and Celeborn. They are both my fathers and I worry I might upset them both with my refusal to choose."

"I do not think that is the case," Legolas stated. "At least with Lord Elrond, I truly believe he fears you will no longer recognize the role he played in your upbringing, that you will disavow the title in place of Lord Celeborn."

"I could not and I told Papa this," she responded. "The returned memories did not replace those of my life in Rivendell. It will always hold a place in my heart and always be a comfort to my soul."

"What about your home?" he asked curiously.

"My home is wherever we choose to make it because my heart will always reside in you. Where the roof over our heads resides matters very little to me."

Legolas smiled at her response. He hugged her close to him and she returned her head to his shoulder. "What did you mean when you said your plans do not include traveling across Middle Earth?"

"When?" Mirriel asked, clearly confused by his question. She tried to recall what he was referring to, but she kept drawing a blank.

"Earlier, when Gimli was speaking of the caverns at Helms Deep. He and I made an agreement to visit those caverns together along with a return to Fangorn Forest. Gimli asked if you would join us."

Mirriel sighed, not really wanting to share with Legolas any knowledge of the visions she had been having. She did not want to burden him with the additional worry over their meaning. She was worried enough for both of them.

"Legolas, I am not certain of the things to come, but since the return of my past, I have been having strange visions, almost like dreams."

This statement brought Legolas' full attention. "Visions?" he questioned urgently, his voice laced with concern. He lifted her head from his shoulder, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"Please do not get upset over them yet," Mirriel said. She recalled bits of the visions, leaving out the more frightening details. "I do not understand them fully, but I believe they are attempting to guide me to the role I am to partake in this adventure. I believe Mithrandir knows more than he is revealing, but I do not think even he knows the whole. And what he does know, he does not feel safe to convey to me. I believe I will understand more when we reach Isengard."

"All right. I concede to the need to have you accompany us to Isengard. But afterwards, Kala, I really want you to go someplace safe."

"Is there such a place?" she asked as she looked deep into his eyes. Her gaze did not falter from his. Legolas realized her eyes no longer held the fear he'd seen in them before arriving in Lorien, only a determination to see her commitment to rid the Earth of Sauron followed through to the end. And for the first time Legolas conceded that she was probably correct, there was no place left on Middle Earth that was safe until the Ring was destroyed.

"Kala, we must tell Gimli. I am not comfortable withholding such knowledge from him," Legolas said softly, dreading her response.

"What?" Mirriel asked, clearly confused by his request. "I do not understand."

"He needs to know the truth," Legolas said softly. "He deserves to know of your parentage."

"Why?" she whispered hoarsely.

Legolas sighed sadly. He had not wanted to upset her, which he had clearly done. "I am sorry to bring this up now, my love. But Gimli has fought bravely by my side for these many weeks. If you are to remain with us, I feel he should understand what he is risking. He has that right, Kala. If we are to be singled out because Sauron wished to take control of you, Gimli should be aware of what he is fighting for. It is nor fair to allow him to continue on such a path without his consent."

A single tear slid slowly down Mirriel's cheek. She had not expected this turn of events, though she mentally chastised herself for not being prepared for such a day. Legolas had become emotionally connected to Gimli. She should not be surprised that he now felt the need to include Gimli in the few who knew the truth. But realizing the truth behind his words did not quench the fear of Gimli's possible reaction. Mirriel's fondness for the little fellow was nothing compared to the deep ties Legolas felt. If Gimli turned his back on either of them, it would be devastating for both.

"If you think it necessary," she said softly.

"Kala," he whispered as he wiped away her tear with his thumb. "This is Gimli we speak of. He is loyal to a fault. The truth will change nothing."

Mirriel slowly raised her eyes to Legolas'. She peered into his blue depths, finding only complete certainty behind his words. If Legolas believed otherwise, he was doing a marvelous job hiding it from her. She nodded her head slowly.

Legolas sighed once again, feeling no real victory in her agreement. It was only the beginning as the actual event would be much more draining on them both. He kissed the tip of her nose, the placed a lingering kiss on her lips. He pulled her tightly into his embrace, forcing her head to rest on his shoulder. He held her against him, finally letting the events of the past couple of days wash over him. He still could not get over the fact that she was there with him, that she had risked so much to travel to Helms Deep.

"I really believed I would never lay eyes on you again," Legolas whispered hoarsely, caressing her back in soothing circular motions.

"I know," she said softly. "I was so afraid we would arrive too late, that it was your body I would have to prepare for burial. Even after we reached Helms Deep, I was still not certain we would make a difference. I was not sure if I would rise from those caverns to find you alive. And that hurt more than anything, knowing I could have said goodbye."

"It was best you did not. I could not have fought knowing you were below. I would have disavowed my pledge to Aragorn to remove you from that place. A decision I would have always regretted. But you already know that," Legolas whispered, reflexively tightening his hold on her. He felt Mirriel nod against his shoulder, her hair rubbing against his cheek. Legolas buried his face in her hair, the scent of magnolias overtaking his senses.

With a gasp, Mirriel pulled away from his embrace. Legolas struggled to keep her in his arms, feeling the loss of her against him like that of a severed limb.

"I forgot," she said as she shifted in his lap, "that I have something for you." She lifted her hands to her neck, finally managing to acquire enough distance between them to unclasp the necklace she wore. "Your father sent these to Lorien."

Legolas stared at the chain, watching it sway back and forth. It took him a moment before he recognized the two rings that hung from the silver links. He smiled softly, his mind registering his father's actions as acceptance of his marriage. He gently pried the chain from her hands, sliding the rings into his palm.

"I had not even dared hope," he murmured, his eyes fixed on the silver bands. His hand reflexively tightened around the rings, encasing them in his fist. He opened his hand back up, his eyes never straying from the spot where the twin bands resided. Legolas smiled when he saw the rings still in his palm; they were not a figment of his imagination.

With reverence, he slowly slid the symbol of his love and desire onto Mirriel's finger and was pleased to see it fit perfectly. She returned the gesture then gave his hand a gentle squeeze. Legolas chuckled softly, but tears obscured Mirriel's vision so she was uncertain as to the source of his amusement. Legolas stared down at her; lightly brushing tears from her eyelashes as his hands framed her face. His heart felt near to bursting with love for the Elf in his arms and he kissed her softly.

The rustling of some nearby bushes caused the two to jump apart. Legolas reached for his bow, which lay on the ground beside him. The two sat tense, waiting for their intruder to appear. A hare darted behind them, eliciting a chuckle from Legolas. He settled Mirriel back into his lap. She reached her hand to his face, attempting to smooth the worry lines from his features.

"Do you want to speak to me of the time you thought Aragorn gone? I know there was much you left unsaid," she whispered, longing to ease his pain and hoping that once voiced, the terror of that moment would recede.

Legolas went very still as his mind returned to the moment he had stood, looking out over the hills of Rohan. He had know there was something out there, some unknown force waiting. When he had seen the Wolf-rider kill Theoden's guard, Hama, he knew he had been correct. From the hill above them flooded several dozen Wolf-riders charged and the attack began.

"When the battle was over, we could not find Aragorn," he whispered as he griped her tightly, almost painfully. But Legolas did not notice. He was too overcome by the past. "Gimli discovered first what had occurred. I thought the Orc lied, I did not want to believe. But he had Arwen's pendant in his hand. Such filth had no right to touch something so pure. I ripped it from his hand. Then I went to the spot where'd he'd said Aragorn had fallen over. I knew a man could not survive such heights and I knew." his voice faltered and he paused for a moment, trying to gain control. As Mirriel glanced up, noticing the unshed tears in his eyes, Legolas shook his head. He refused to go there. "But he did survive. When news reached me that he had returned to the Hornburg, I ran to the entrance of the keep. I encountered him there. I was so overcome with joy, I am surprised I did not hug him." Legolas gave a short laugh. "Maybe I did. All I could think about was you and Arwen and that Aragorn lived."

Mirriel reflexively closed her eyes as every vision and a swirl of emotions overpowered her. Every word he spoke hit her full force. The moment ended with the return of Arwen's Evenstar to Aragorn. Aragorn had returned, a little battered and bruised, but intact. And Legolas had felt such joy at the reunion with his friend, his brother. Just before the connection was broken, Mirriel noticed something Legolas had observed for the briefest of seconds.

"So you saw it as well," she whispered. "I wondered if my eyes were deceiving me."

"No, I noticed the feelings Lady Eowyn harbors for Aragorn. I do not see how anyone cannot. I believe even Gimli has some inkling as to the way that wind blows and he is not the most observant of fellows," Legolas said with a laugh. Almost immediately he became somber again. "Does this not bother you?" he asked quietly.

"You would think so, wouldn't you?" Mirriel murmured as she snuggled back into his embrace. "If I'd received any indication that Aragorn returned her affection, neither would escape my fury. But I cannot fault the woman for caring. Aragorn is an easy man to love."

"Oh really," Legolas responded, one brown raised over eyes filled with feigned jealousy.

"Oh stop," she replied with a laugh as she playfully slapped his shoulder. "You know what I mean. Back to the point I was attempting to make," she stated in mock sternness. "Aragorn has not wavered in his love for Arwen. I almost pity the Lady Eowyn for the only outcome for her will be a broken heart whether Aragorn lives or perishes in battle."

"And what of you, love?" Legolas asked softly, his arms tightening around her frame.

"I would mourn him like I would if it had been Elrohir or Elladan. And I would try to be of some comfort to Arwen. But my life would continue as before," Mirriel replied trying not to spend much thought on the possibility; for even though her words were true, the pain would still run deep.

"I was not speaking of Aragorn," Legolas said huskily.

Mirriel raised her head in surprise, hitting Legolas' chin. She winced at the pain then looked into his eyes. Then pain was evident in his blue depths and Mirriel knew they only mirrored her own.

"You do not really want an answer," she whispered, her voice hitching over the words.

Legolas rested his forehead against hers and closed his eyes with a sigh. He could feel a myriad of emotions emanating from Mirriel. She was correct; he did not need her to speak the words.

Mirriel released a soft breath as Legolas sank his hands in her hair. A moan reverberated from deep in Legolas' throat as he dragged her lips to his, pulling her against him fervently. He forced her mouth open under his assault as he angled her head so he could deepen the kiss. Mirriel clung to him, tasting the desperation on his lips. She griped the back of his tunic, the material bunching beneath her fingers.

Just as quickly as the kiss began, Legolas pushed her away from him. He rose to his knees, watching her, but not closing the distance he had created between them.

"I want you so badly I ache, but this is neither the time nor the place," he whispered, eyeing her confused face wearily.

"It is all right, my love," Mirriel replied softly, reaching with her arm outstretched to caress his cheek with her fingertips. Legolas leaned into her touch. "There will be plenty of time for us in the many years to come."

"Will there?" he asked hoarsely, his pleading eyes filling with unshed tears.

Mirriel smiled tenderly. "In this life or the next," she whispered, confirming Legolas' suspicions. Mirriel would follow him into death and then rebirth if the case deemed necessary. "You know my soul could not remain in this body if you no longer roamed this earth."

"I know," he replied brokenly as he looked away from her. Legolas hoped it did not come to such dark days, but he knew even death would not seal their ending. Their souls were bonded for eternity.

****

A sharp cry caused Legolas to open his eyes. At first he was uncertain of the cause. His eyes glanced around him quickly. Gimli was just sitting up, rubbing his eyes, the alarm having also roused him. Mirriel, who lay in his arms, was also stirring. Once Legolas was certain of their immediate safety, he concentrated on examining the rest of the Company. That was when he noticed the fog-like blackness creeping toward them, hovering over the ground. With a shout, he jumped to his feet, frantically pulling Mirriel to hers as well. He thought it must be some trick of Saruman, that he knew Mirriel was within reach.

It took Mirriel a moment to register the reason for his fright. But once spotted, she plastered herself to his side, uncertain of the cause of the mist that rose around them. Legolas tightly anchored her to him. He saw no way to avoid the impending doom and did not want to risk the chance of getting separated.

"Stay where you are!" Gandalf called over the moans of fright around him. "Draw no weapons! Wait! And it will pass you by!"

Legolas stood motionless, holding Mirriel in place at his side. He warily watched as the darkness rose like Twin Mountains on either side of them, leaving them standing in a narrow valley with the mist licking at their feet. And from within could be heard voices, murmurings and groaning as the Earth shook. The two stood clinging to each other for some time before the mist passed and silence descended on the group. The only sound now heard was the sudden return to life of the River Isen. It bubbled and gurgled beside them but its awakening brought no comfort to the Company. Peace did not return to the camp until the first rays of dawn streaked across the sky.

They set out again at dawn. Aragorn flanked Mirriel on one side and Legolas and Gimli on the other. The air around them was thick with fog and neither Aragorn nor Legolas knew what surprises lay ahead of them as they traveled north.

Mirriel was shocked when they entered into Nan Curunir, the sheltered valley that was only open to the south. When she had last ridden from Isengard, the land had been lush and green. Now it was a barren wasteland. Green fertile land was replaced by a wilderness of weeds and thorns. Age- old groves were lost, only burned stumps remained. The ground in some places had been up heaved, caves formed to house small beasts. Above it all, a steady stream of smoke rose from the north. Mirriel felt her heart cry out at the senseless destruction and she unconsciously maneuvered her steed closer to Legolas. Mirriel found little recognition, though she had made the journey countless times before. It was not until they came to a wide street, paved in flat stone, that she acquired a vague idea of their surroundings. Isengard was close at hand.

Before them loomed a large pillar. Atop sat a massive stone with a white Hand painted on it. Its fingers pointed north. Mirriel could not determine if it was meant to beckon or frighten away those that found themselves upon Isengard's path. And as the fog thickened before them, preventing any vision of what lay ahead, Mirriel wondered at just what they would find. The only thing that gave her comfort was the fact they had so far traveled unmolested. She hoped it was a sign of good things to come.

Gandalf spurred forward, stopping when he reached the great pillar. All watched in wonder as the Hand no longer appeared white. It was now stained with blood. Gandalf proceeded on, ignoring the gasps and murmurs from the Men of the Mark. He did not halt again until they reached the doors of Isengard. Once a great wall stood, surrounding Isengard in a circular motion, its towers overlooking the path. A great arch stood over two large sets of doors that barred the entrance with a long narrow tunnel between.

Mirriel sucked in her breath when she saw the destruction did not just stop at Nan Curunir. The arch still stood, but the doors lay broken on the ground. The great wall was now littered with large holes, its towers crumbled to dust. Beyond the wall, where once green shrubbery had lined the road, basking in the suns rays, now stood large pillars, linked together with metal chains. Houses had been erected where gardens had bloomed, large enough for thousands to dwell. The earth had been moved and shaped to serve the inhabitants purposes. Deep dens had been delved to house wolves. Pits had been opened up with stairs leading to deep caverns underneath. And on top of it all, steaming water resided, wreckage; timber beams, chests, casks, broken gear; floated on top of the pits. And beyond this all stood the charred remains of Orthanc.

They stood before the gates, silent. Mirriel could not take her eyes off the sight before her. She could feel the Earth's sorrow. It cried out, mourning what it had been. Its voice filled her ears, robbing her of vision or thought. The moans, reaching out to her like gnarled bony fingers, had her entrapped in its grip. It was a sound that would haunt her for many years to come.

She was so overcome with the sadness she did not even notice the two small figures reclining on the rumble at the gate. One sat cross-legged, his arms behind his head while from his mouth dangled a pipe. The other was curled upon his side, apparently asleep. The Men of the Mark stared at the little creatures in wonder. Before Theoden could speak out, demanding an explanation, the pipe-smoking figure jumped to his feet. He bowed low, putting his hand upon his breast.

""Welcome, my lords, to Isengard!" he said. "We are the door-wardens. Meriadoc, son of Saradoc is my name; and my companion, who alas is overcome with weariness," -here he gave the other a dig with his foot- "is Peregrin, son of Paladin, of the house of Took. Far in the north is our home. The Lord Saruman is within; but at the moment he is closeted with one Wormtongue, or, doubtless he would be here to welcome such honorable guests."

"Doubtless he would!" laughed Gandalf. "And was it Saruman that ordered you to guard his damaged doors, and watch for the arrival of guests, when your attention could be spared from plate and bottle?"

"No, good sir, the matter escaped him," answered Merry gravely. "He has been much occupied. Our orders came from Treebeard, who has taken over the management of Isengard. He commanded me to welcome the Lord of Rohan with fitting words. I have done my best."

"And what about your companions? What about Legolas and me?" cried Gimli, unable to contain himself any longer. "You rascals, you wooly-footed and wool-pated truants! A fine hunt you have led us! Two hundred leagues, through fen and forest, battle and death, to rescue you! And here we find you feasting and idling- and smoking! Smoking! Where did you come by the weed, you villains? Hammer and tongs! I am so torn between rage and joy, that if I do not burst, it will be a marvel!"

"You speak for me, Gimli," laughed Legolas. "Though I would sooner learn how they came by the wine.""

As Legolas spoke he maneuvered his horse forward, bumping into Mirriel. The sudden jostling pulled her from the fog she felt surrounded her and her vision seemed to slowly clear. As she tried to decipher what was occurring before her, she heard a voice speak up.

""One thing you have not found in your hunting, and that's brighter wits," said Pippin, opening an eye. "Here you find us sitting on a field of victory, amid the plunder of armies and you wonder how we came by a few well-earned comforts!"

"Well earned?" said Gimli. "I cannot believe that!""

"Pippin!" Mirriel called, relief flooding over her.

Pippin shifted his gaze, trying to locate the speaker. Once he had her in his gaze, he smiled and jumped down from the chunk of stone. "Celebruthiel!" he yelled, running toward her.

Mirriel slid from her horse just as Pippin reached her side, flinging himself against her, sending her colliding into her horse. She laughed as she wrapped her arms around his small body. After a moment, Mirriel set Pippin away from her, holding him at arms length. Her eyes roamed over him quickly, looking for any signs of injury. He appeared to have none.

"You are well?" she asked, her gaze sweeping his frame once more.

"Quite," he answered with a bright smile, "now that you are here. I have had no one who appreciates my good sense." He spoke in a conspirator whisper though loudly enough for the whole company to overhear.

Gandalf snorted. Mirriel's response was to send him a withering look.

"Well we are together again," she replied as she hugged him again. "I am so relieved to see you unharmed."

"What about me?" Merry teased as he stepped closer to the pair.

"Well it's about time you said hello," Mirriel retorted. "What? Are the men to be the only one's graced with your new manners?"

Merry grinned at her, a glint of mischief entering his eyes. "I'll show you manners," he laughed as he launched himself at her.

The added weight caused Mirriel to fall backwards to the ground. Laughing, she found herself under a Hobbit pile.

"Okay, you two," Legolas said lightly as grabbed the pair by the back of their cloaks, one in each hand, and pulled them off Mirriel. She looked up to see the two staring down at her, dangling in the air. They had double looks of surprise, which caused Mirriel to only laugh harder.

Laugher rang forth from all looking on. ""It cannot be doubted that we witness the meeting of dear friends," said Theoden. "So these are the lost ones of your company, Gandalf? The days are fated to be filled with marvels. Already I have seen many since I left my house; and now before my eyes stand yet another of the folk of legend. Are not these the Halflings, that some among us call the Holbytlan?"

As Mirriel watched Legolas toss the two to the ground, she was surprised to find a hand before her face. As she followed the hand up the arm to the face of the owner, she heard a loud 'Omph!' and knew it was the two Hobbits landing on the ground. She smiled appreciatively up at Aragorn as she grasped his hand, allowing him to pull her to her feet.

"Hobbits, if you please, lord," said Pippin.

"Hobbits?" said Theoden. "Your tongue is strangely changed; but the name sounds not unfitting so. Hobbits! No report that I have heard does justice to the truth."

Merry bowed; and Pippin got up and bowed low. "You are gracious, lord; or I hope that I may so take your words,"" Pippin said.

As the conversation continued between Pippin, Merry, and Theoden, Mirriel turned her attention to Aragorn who was still standing next to her, holding her hand. He appeared much relieved as if a great weight had been lifted from him. As he smiled at the exchange occurring before him, Mirriel studied his face. There was something there, something she could not exactly name, but it was there all the same. Aragorn some how seemed different. At first she thought it was just the happiness of the reunion. But the longer she observed him, the more certain Mirriel became that Pippin and Merry were not the cause. Finally Aragorn turned to her, a silent question in his eyes. Mirriel smiled and shrugged, unable to explain what she could not give words to. Her attention swung to Gandalf as he spoke.

""Where is Treebeard, Merry?"

"Away on the north side, I believe. He went to get a drink- of clean water. Most of the other Ents are with him, still busy at their work- over there." Merry waved his hand towards the steaming lake; and as they looked, they heard a distant rumbling and rattling, as if an avalanche was falling from the mountainside. Far away came a hoom-hom, as of horns blowing triumphantly.

"And is Orthanc then left unguarded?" asked Gandalf.

"There is the water," said Merry. "But Quickbeam and some others are watching it. Not all those posts and pillars in the plain are Saruman's planting. Quickbeam, I think, is by the rock, near the foot of the stair.""

Mirriel's eyes quickly scanned the area Merry mentioned. Her eyes almost missed the Ent. She quickly realized something in her line of sight was unusual. That's when she saw him.

""Yes a tall grey Ent is there," said Legolas, "but his arms are at his sides, and he stands as still as a door-tree.""

Mirriel stared at the scene before her. There were six Ents in total standing guard around the tower. As Mirriel watched them, she heard them, communicating back and forth; and with a shock, she realized she understood them. They did not speak in words so much as emotions. They not only rejoiced at their victory, they were also in mourning. They wailed the loss of what had been- of their beloved trees that they had spent thousands of years nurturing and tending to. But no more, they were all gone.

She vaguely heard Gandalf calling out to her. Mirriel turned sad eyes to him and he nodded to her, understanding, for he heard it also.

"Would you like to come with us, Mirriel?" Gandalf asked slowly, giving her a moment to grasp what he was saying. When he realized she had not heard any of the company's previous conversation, Gandalf smiled fondly and repeated himself. "To find Treebeard. Theoden and I are riding off for I have need to speak to Treebeard."

There was nothing Mirriel longed for more than to get back on her horse and ride away with Gandalf. She wanted desperately to speak with the Ents. She glanced at her companions to find Pippin watching her expectantly. She turned her gaze from him feeling overcome with guilt and rested her eyes once again on Gandalf.

Gandalf understood the dilemma Mirriel found herself in. She was confused, feeling torn in two directions, to reunite with her friends or go with Gandalf. "This will not be your last chance," Gandalf said softly, reassuring her. "You will have plenty of time to spend with Treebeard."

? Mirriel nodded her head. If she was correct in her assessment of her visions, she knew she would have years to acquaint herself with Treebeard. There would be much to mend with the Ents when she became the new mistress of Isengard and Treebeard would be her companion in the rebuilding process, not only of Isengard itself, but also of the friendship between those in Fangorn Forest and Orthanc.

As Gandalf, Theoden, and the Men of the Mark rode off, Pippin whispered to the Company, "" So that is the King of Rohan. A fine fellow. Very polite."" ?