*** Ok new chapter. I'm a Legolas fan and Aragorn fan. No romance in my story. The fellowship will treat her like she was their little sister, but mainly those who are closer are: Aragorn, Legolas, Pippin, and Merry.

Ok Shealyn as I said is 11 yrs old and a mutant. At the time of the explosion Shealyn had been with the X-Men for a few short months. Like Logan she can't remember her past, but is haunted by nightmares. Her mutant abilities are: being able to create lightning with her hands, wolf-like hearing and eyesight, and sometimes able to see into the past.

Shealyn is 4'8 with shoulder blade length black hair and blue-gray eyes. ***

"Lord Elrond, the young one is waking." A melodic voice spoke.

Slowly I opened my eyes to find myself lying in a foreign bed and room. Two men no correction two elves stood at the foot of the bed looking at me. Frightened I scrambled into a sitting position and pressed my back against the wall.

"Do not be frightened little one for we mean you no harm." One spoke. "I am Lord Elrond and you milady are in Rivendell.

"How long have I slept?" I asked looking at them.

"Almost two weeks." Elrond replied sitting on the edge of the bed.

I lay there silently for a moment before it hit me. "The hobbit... is he..." I started to ask.

"No, the hobbit is well." Elrond interrupted. "He has been asking about you, but for now try and sleep child." He spoke softly as he rose to leave.

I watched the two elves leave the room closing the door behind them. Snuggling back down in the sheets I closed my eyes and tried to sleep

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Unable to sleep I carefully pulled myself out of bed and went to the balcony. The stars shone high above as I gazed at the city below me. Walking back into the room I dressed in my uniform and went to the door. Seeing that the coast was clear I wondered down the hall.

As I wandered I a came to a shadowy place that looked like a shrine of some sort. On the wall hung a painting of a man with a broken sword and a dark monster. Looking at it I shuddered at the thought of fighting it. Turning around I found a statue of a woman that held the broken pieces of the sword. As I approached I felt someone starring at me, but I brushed it off.

My chest began to throb as I pushed my long black hair out of my eyes. Swaying slightly I grabbed hold of the slab of rock that held the sword to steady myself and in an instant I was in a new place, or old one to be correct. Looking around me I realized that I was seeing the bearer of the sword slice the fingers of the dark monster off.

I shook my head to clear the vision. Leaning against the pillar closest to me I tried to calm my breathing.

"Shealyn are you alright?" A male voice asked.

Turning I looked at the man who approached me his gray-blue eyes were filled with concern.

"Yes, I am ok." I replied. "May I ask of your name?" I asked. "It is only fair since you know mine."

"My name is Aragorn son of Arathorn." He said as he knelt before me so that we were face to face.

"I.... I remember you." I said quietly. "You're Strider."

Aragorn nodded and stood. "You shouldn't be out of bed little one." He replied. "Come I will take you back to your chamber."

Aragorn led me back to my room. Pulling back the silky sheets he carefully helped me into bed.

"Aragorn?" I whispered already half asleep.

"Yes, Shealyn?" He asked coming back over to the bed.

He sat on the bed watching me carefully.

"What are the hobbit's names?" I asked sleepily.

"They are Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin." Aragorn replied with a smile.

"Oh." I yawned

"Sleep easily little one." He whispered as he exited the room closing the door behind him.

"Goodnight..." I whispered as I carefully rolled over and fell asleep.

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"Elrond what is troubling you my old friend?" Gandalf asked as he entered the room.

Elrond turned and gave Gandalf a weary smile. "It is many things Mithrandir, but I am most concerned about the young girl that Arwen brought with the young hobbit."

"Aye, I have been thinking of her as well." Gandalf replied. "She seems quite powerful for a child that small." He remarked remembering the lightning that came from the girl's hands while she had been attacked in her nightmare

"Indeed." Came Elrond's reply.

"I sense that she is not of this world, but there seems to be a link between her and Middle Earth." Gandalf murmured as he sat across from Elrond.

Elrond nodded and looked up. "I sensed that as well Mithrandir, but I do not understand." He stated.

"We shall speak with her in the morning." Gandalf replied with finality in his voice. "For now we should all get some rest." He added as he stood to go.

"Goodnight Mithrandir. I will see you in the morning." Elrond stood as he answered.

"Goodnight mellon nin" Gandalf replied leaving the room shutting the door behind him.

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***Nightmare***

Everyone was scattered along the beach fighting off Sinister's goons. I whirled around hearing shouts for help. Jubilee had somehow become separated from the rest of us and now was surrounded by at least ten men. To my left I saw Wolverine fight his way to her side. Jubilee crumpled to the ground unmoving Glancing around I spotted a man aim his gun at Wolverine's back. I tried to call out a warning to him, but he didn't hear me. Jumping over a lump on the ground I ran towards them, but not before Wolverine was shot in the back.

"No!" I screamed as I positioned myself over there bodies.

The ground shook and heat flared up. I was thrown several feet into the shrubbery. Pain raced through my limbs as I lay there listening to the battle taking place around me. My vision swam causing nausea to set in. I lay very still hoping it would help the nausea to stop. A few moments later I opened my eyes seeing tiny black dots swimming in front of my eyes right before I passed out

***End of nightmare***

"No!" I screamed as I sat upright in bed. Tears blurred my vision as I looked into the darkness of the room. "I failed them." I whispered.

Moments later the door opened and four small shapes entered the room. "Are you alright Shealyn?" A voice asked.

When I didn't answer they came forward and sat on the edge of the bed. Their candle cast eerie glow over them.

"Shealyn are you alright?" The dark curly head asked.

Shaking my head I brought my knees to my chest wincing when they bumped my wound. I looked at them with curiosity and wonder.

"Forgive us for our rudeness." One said. "We forgot to introduce ourselves. I am Meriadoc Brandybuck, but you may call me Merry. My friends are Peregrin Took; known as Pippin, Frodo Baggins, and Samwise Gamgee; known as Sam." Merry finished.

"You guys are lucky." I whispered.

"Why is that Shealyn?" Frodo asked bewildered.

"You know who you are..." I trailed off.

They fell silent then Pippin spoke up. "What were you dreaming that was so horrible?" He asked.

"Nothing for you to worry about." I replied sleepily. "Go on back to bed. I am sorry for waking you."

Before they could protest the door opened once again to reveal an elf standing in the doorway. "Yes, Lady Shealyn is right go back to bed." He replied.

"Goodnight then Shealyn." Merry said as he and his friends slid off the bed and left the room.

After they left the room the elf turned back to me and smiled. "I had heard your scream and came to check on you... my name is Legolas Greenleaf prince of Mirkwood.

"I'm alright Legolas. Go back to bed." I whispered.

Legolas entered the room and approached the bed.  Gently he bent down and straightened the sheets around me before bidding me goodnight. I silently lay there watching the elf go as my eyes grew heavy. I was fast asleep in no time.

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