NOTE: Thanks grandimagination! I've just come to realize that I'm already at fourteen chapters, fifteen now. It's coming along quite fast, but I'm glad that's working for you. It's just that I want to get as much writing as I can done because with my vacation and school coming soon I won't have as much time to write as I do now, so I'm trying to take advantage. I didn't want to go into detail of how Anárion and Maethoriel freed Aeronel, because I thought it would just drag the chapter; I've think I've made some mistakes in previous chapters by including some dialog that really just make the chapter longer (actually it still happens). If you want though, I can incorporate how they did in a later chapter, just let me know! And I've thought about writing at fictionpress.com, I'd had an idea in my head and I was thinking of starting it over there. Thanks again for reviewing, grandimagination, I've said thank you so many times, and I've meant it every time!! I hope this chapter comes off great. Please review!!

LEGENDS, TALES and MYTHS: 15

When the coast seemed clear, Anárion, Aeronel and Maethoriel stopped to take a much-needed rest. They were huffing and gasping for air, having ran some miles straight.

"Where will we go Anárion?" Aeronel asked in between inhalations. Anárion paused for a moment, looking around where they were, deciding in his mind where he should take them.

"What do you think of the Shire?"

"The Shire? Anárion we cannot go there, we aren't allowed."

"But surely they cannot refuse us, if we tell them what is going on." Aeronel tried not to argue, she knew it not to be the right time, she only looked to Maethoriel and nodded in approval. They entered through the Westfarthing of the Shire, and followed the paths that were made. They noticed many hobbits emerging from their homes, staring at the strangers, and obviously questioning why they were disobeying the edict made out by King Elessar. Finally one hobbit stood in front of the three, halting them by raising his small hand. He gave them a look of disgust, as he put his hands at his waist, standing tall and proud like the tower he felt he was.

"I am afraid lads, that I cannot let you enter any farther. You do realize you are disobeying the edict that no man is allowed in the Shire? Turn back now and we will not press the matter so much as to report it to the King himself." The hobbit began to motion for the three to walk back in the direction they had come from, but Anárion defied him.

"But wait, we were hoping you could overlook the rule for this special case. There are orcs after us, we came here for safety; to conceal ourselves."

"You want to challenge the edict so that you can endanger the Shire by leading orcs here? Are you mad, boy? If you think I will let you pass now then your mind has surely gone barmy." The hobbit was now attempting to physically push Anárion as the girls stood back trying not to disrespect the halfling anymore than they obviously had. Anárion didn't want to cause trouble and allowed the hobbit to push him to a certain point, but he kept trying to reason as he was slowly shoved farther and farther away. The hobbit stopped for a moment to address the boy, and to take a rest for it was clear he had exerted much energy. "Listen here, the edict was made by King Elessar himself, if you want then take it up with him, but until then you cannot..."

"But my companion here, she is the daughter of Elessar. Surely you cannot reject her," Anárion pointed to Maethoriel and beckoned her to come closer, so she did. The hobbit's eyes narrowed, as he looked upon the girl. Maethoriel sending him a warm smile, hoping it would soften his heart.

"Elessar's daughter, you say? Tell me, miss, what is your name." Maethoriel opened her mouth to answer, but of course no sound came out, for it seemed it had slipped her mind she was voiceless. She panicked and tried desperately to mouth to him her name, hoping he would understand.

"Her name is Maethoriel, she cannot speak; she has no voice. Please you must believe us," Anárion answered for Maethoriel.

"How do I know you aren't just saying she's Princess Maethoriel? How do I know she is the real daughter of Elessar?" Anárion and Maethoriel looked to each other, searching frantically for something that would prove her identity. "My dagger!" Maethoriel thought to herself, as she pulled out the small blade. She handed the blade to the inquisitive hobbit, pointing out the small logo of the trademark White Tree on the handle. The hobbit looked up to the two, their eyes pleading with him. "It is proof, though I do not feel convinced. Come, I will take you to the mayor, he will decide your fate tonight." With that the hobbit turned and motioned for the three to follow him, as they did happily to be kept from danger.

LÓRIEN
Ewan and Eldarion were working vigorously to try and help Amdiriel. They hadn't known how, but it seemed like the blood was flowing non-stop. When they put pressure on Amdiriel's knee, she would scream in pain, but the cut was deep, and they had no other choice if they wanted to slow down the bleeding. Eldarion would hold down the cloth as Ewan tried each and every herb on the girl's knee that had been laid out. Every time his sister would cry out, Eldarion would cringe in fear, for he had never heard his sister be in so much pain, and it worried him. Amdiriel wanted to get up and push aside the two boys every time they touched her knee, but she was so weak that she felt she couldn't even lift her arm to gently tap them.

"What in the name of Eru could have cut you so badly, Amdiriel?" Ewan said under his breath, not directly asking the girl but questioning in general, not taking a single moment to rest himself, though he felt the cut on his back burn every time he moved his arms even slightly. But he continued to keep to trying to heal the wound. Eldarion could only look on from the other side of Amdiriel's body, watching as Ewan spread over her knee leaves he had just smashed, or liquid that came from a bottle. It seemed nothing was working. "Keep strong, Amdiriel, please," he whispered into the air, as he looked to his sister. Eldarion was beginning to worry, looking to his hands that were stained with blood.

Amdiriel slowly slipped out of consciousness, passing out when Eldarion once again put pressure on her knee to try and bring the bleeding to a standstill. She felt herself opening her eyes again, but when she looked around Eldarion and Ewan were nowhere in site, and her knee, when she pulled her dress to look, was completely healed.

"Amdiriel.." a familiar voice called to her. She turned to see the golden- haired elf, the one who had haunted her dreams. The elf approached her, and took her by the hand to sit her down on a bench. Amdiriel observed her surroundings, and recognized it to be the Wood she had just previously been in, but it now glowed with life. Amdiriel looked to the elf, her eyebrows furrowing in frustration.

"What do you want of me? Every instance you've come to me something terrible has followed. I only want to go home, back to the White City. I want nothing else."

"My dear child, are you not the same girl who wished to find her place in life? Who wished to discover the spirit within her own self? Do you turn away from that path now, Amdiriel?"

"No, but if it means the endangerment of my family, of my friends, then I would give up the chance to find myself if it means their safety."

"Amdiriel, you mustn't let your fears sway your heart. Your siblings and your friends have been set on this journey to discover themselves as well; their paths have been made, as yours has. Whether or not you all choose to take the route drawn for you is something only you all can answer. Do not be afraid, child."

"But what is wanted of me? What is it that I must do?"

"Soon enough you will see for yourself. The decision you hold is yours and yours alone. But I have faith that you will come to see your purpose, your place. Do not despair daughter of Elessar. Hope lives inside of you, you've only to kindle it and it will endure." The elf placed a kiss atop Amdiriel's forehead, and stood, making her way to leave.

"Wait, your name. Please, what is your name?" The golden-haired elf smiled.

"Galadriel." Suddenly Amdiriel awoke and sat up forcefully, as if all her strength returned to her at once. She immediately looked at her knee, which was aching with pain, but it was bandaged and the bandage looked unsoiled with blood, so she took it as a good sign.

"You were dreaming again." Amdiriel looked up to see Ewan sitting across from her, his legs stretching out as he leaned against a post on the platform.

"Where is Eldarion?"

"He went to go get some water, to freshen himself up. It was quite the task to heal you. I still do not know how we managed. It's a good thing you passed out, for if you saw how we fumbled about, you would have thought we were literally juggling your life," he said chuckling lightly.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For healing me, putting my health before your own." She looked Ewan in the eye, and he knew she was referring to his back, and the cut that had opened his flesh.

"You were in more danger than I was. Think nothing of it. Besides, I've already bandaged my back; it was a light scrape. So, do you care to tell me about these dreams you've been having?"

"You've only known me to have two of them."

"Yes, but I assumed you've had more, since they come to you repeatedly."

"She told me her name," Amdiriel said, as if in a trance remembering her dream. If she was fully herself, she would be reluctant to tell Ewan something so personal, but she was so excited by her newfound information she could not keep it to herself.

"Who?"

"The woman in my dream... I mean the elf. Her name is Galadriel." Amdiriel lifted her head to look Ewan in the eye, smiling as a few tears began to form in the corners of her eyes.

"Galadriel? Do you know who she is Amdiriel?" Amdiriel shook her head, confused for she sensed Ewan knew who the elf was. "The Lady of Lórien, more importantly she is your kin; your great-grandmother." Amdiriel made a confused look, for she knew of her grandmother Celebrían, but she had never really heard of Galadriel; and she knew Galadriel could only be the grandmother of her own mother, for Arwen was once an elf. "I do not understand, when we first arrived here, I asked your brother whether or not he knew of Celeborn, and he knew nothing. Now I come to find that you know nothing of Galadriel. Why is it that you both know so little of your kinfolk?" Amdiriel didn't answer; she herself didn't know why. Her mother never really spoke of her kin; she only knew a few names, but nothing beyond that, really.

"I do not know, but I do not want to speak of it now. I wish to rest." Ewan nodded as Amdiriel lay back, trying to clear her mind so she could get some well-deserved sleep.

NORTHERN WASTE
Ainik paced within the walls of his quarters. He was frustrated with himself for the fact that he had let his two prisoners escape. Now he had nothing if something unplanned should happen. Suddenly he froze where he was, and stood motionless, as an image of the golden-haired daughter of Elessar, along with her brother, making their way to his fort flashed in his thought. Just then there was a knock at the door, pulling him from his trance. "E-enter" he called, stumbling, still trying to recover from the premonition as an orc slowly made his way in, bowing as he did so. "Master, your allies await you." Ainik made his way to the courtyard of his fort, to find his Dunleding and Haradrim cohorts awaiting him.

"Gentlemen," he greeted as he approached. The Dunleding spoke first.

"It seems we've both returned to bring good tidings. My men are ready,"

"As are mine," the Man of Harad included.

"Awaiting your command, Ainik," the Dunleding finished. Ainik smiled, for he knew Amdiriel would be coming, and everything seemed to be falling into place. Aragorn would be too busy saving his city and his ally's city to save his children, and his plan to release the Deceiver would succeed.

"Good. Tell your armies, we make our way to Rohan, first."

"But Master," Ainik turned to see the Uruk who had interrupted standing behind him. "We have word that Aragorn is in Rohan, with the Lord Faramir of Ithilian. They have a fair sized militia with them."

"WHAT?" Ainik asked in shocked.

"Well Ainik, surely you do not think we are stupid enough to walk into that trap. Aragorn, Faramir, Eomer, and who knows whom else in the same city with an army. Pure lunacy," the Man of Harad stated.

"Yes, I realize," Ainik, said as he placed pressure upon his temples, clearly annoyed. He then looked up and turned to the Uruk once more, a smile had crept across his face. "Tell me Rigor, if the King of Gondor and his steward are in Rohan, who is left to rule the White City in their absence?" The Uruk paused for a moment, and pondered an answer to the question.

"I suppose the Queen, Master, for word is the Lords of Dol Amroth aren't present in Gondor either, scattered are they." Ainik smiled widely.

"Exactly. Gentlemen, you heard the Uruk, we head for Gondor." The men only smiled as wide as Ainik did, as they turned to lead their men to the South Kingdom.

TBC. sorry so long! Please review!