Wow! I updated so quickly on this chapter, lol, since the last one was so short here is the next one. I hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 7: Eye of Sauron - Lothlorien Reunion

"What!?" she said aloud.

'You thought I would leave you?'

"Who are you!" she cried out.

'Oh Leneil, I'm surprised. You don't even know your own father.'

"Father!? I thought . . ."

'No, I'm here, hardly, but here. You're doing well Leneil. I've been watching you . . .'

"How?"

'I have my ways. This message alone is draining me of what little energy I have left. I will make this short. I am resting until you find the ring. You must find it.'

"I know. I've been taking necessary steps to find it. Those fools lost it."

'For now I wait in the shadows, where I can my regain my strength. I cannot again take physical form without the ring. I need it Leneil.'

"You were the one took control of my sword," she said half assuming half questioning.

'No, it has a mind of it's own. Very much like my own ring. I don't recommend going far with out it, Leneil. Try and gain as much power as you can. Try and bring Mirkwood to us. I know you can, Leneil. You can take it very easily. I can see it, yes. Very clearly.'

"What do you mean? Father? Father?" she asked franticly.

She got no answer. She collapsed against the tree. She felt tempted to cry but couldn't bring herself to do it. She felt very much like a puppet, a puppet to her father, a puppet to her sword. There was no escaping her fate. Trapped to her doom she had no way out.

Leneil looked to the now rotting corpse that was once Edair. Before her vision was fogged and now that she saw she wish herself blind. She had lived in ignorance to emotion. Trained by her father, she was numb to everything. She was beginning to slip. She felt pain. An emptiness was swallowing her up and all was unlocked by this weapon. A living evil creation made from her own blind hatred.

She sat for a long time. Her mind wandered and she convinced herself that she was a warrior, a powerful warrior of Sauron. And she owed everything to that. She couldn't let herself slip like this. So what was she even doing? Sitting there like a weakling. She would just pull the orc act again. It worked once, she would make it work again.

She sighed feeling very emotionally drained. She walked over to the dead body of Edair. Her boots where getting damp in his blood. She picked up her sword. Instantly she felt it. She couldn't explain it. She didn't think she ever could. She and cleaned it off with a cloth. She put it back in its cover. She now knew not to use it unless necessary. She would use her other sword and only bring out her sword when she needed it. She felt like taking out her sword again but didn't. She whistled out and Naraina came to her. She let Edair's horse free.

Leneil looked back unto Edair one last time before she left. Leneil would never forget this day, this moment. The look on his face was pure fear. It honestly scared herself but she would not admit it. She thought for a moment. Her boots were covered in Edair's blood. She took them off and threw them back.

It was dusk as she set of back to Rivendell. It did not take her long to get there. Once again she put on the face of a distraught, confused little girl. She made up some sob story to Elrond, something about resting after training and orcs coming up. She told him that Edair told her to ride to Rivendell and not worry. Elrond sent someone and they came back and reported his death, dropping Edair's sword at Elrond's feet. Elrond cursed. Leneil stood back and pretended to cry. She cried her false tears as Elrond comforted her. Elrond told her not to blame herself and rest.

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A week passed quickly and the time came for her to leave. She left Rivendell with only one elf. Who ironically enough was the brother of Edair. Darnair was his name. The journey was long and rough. Leneil had to even admit this. They had to pass through snow, mountains, and forest. The moon rose and fell many times. Leneil found out a lot about the elf she traveled with. She made up stories of her childhood to satisfy his curiosity about her own life. They came to a point of friends. Leneil would call it more of an acquaintance but close enough.

They made their ways to the woods of Lothlorien. Leneil was careful now to cloud her thoughts. They were very alert of their surroundings. Leneil felt very out of place in this land. She almost felt like bolting and running away.

"It's quiet," spoke Darnair.

"I hear something."

Leneil's hand grew close to her sword and at once they were surrounded by a group of elves. Leneil nearly drew her sword but was stopped by Darnair. She looked to the leader of the elves and it was Haldir.

"You should think of a better way to greet people, Haldir," Leneil said.

"And you also, Lady Leneil," he nearly spat. "I don't see what Elrond likes in you. But I have orders, to lead you through to speak with Galadriel Lady of Light and her friend Lady Arieneil. Come follow me."

Leneil glared at Haldir, her first instincts were right. They followed him through a maze of trees till they finally came upon the Caras Galadon. Leneil's eyes grew wide at the elven paradise. The elvish in her marveled at the beauty and wished to spend many years wandering under the great mallorn trees. The darkness in her didn't want to go forward, and wished to go back to Mordor, away from the bright light and feeling the forest gave off. They kept following Haldir. They walked until they came upon a large set of stairs leading up a great mallorn tree. They reached a great telain. Leneil could feel fear sinking in her. She fought hard to keep her thoughts clouded. They waited a while and two glowing figures came down from the steps. Leneil put a hand over her eyes. It burnt her so much. She felt like crying out in pain. The light died down a little bit and Leneil saw two women. One she assumed Galadriel. She was incredibly stunning. Her long blonde hair flowed freely and long. She wore all white and a tiara of silver. Her blue eyes pierced through Leneil and made the small hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She turned to the other lady and saw she had long light hair also, but had green eyes, just like her.

"I'm glad to have finally met you, Leneil," Galadriel spoke.

Leneil bowed her head, "And you to, Lady."

"I want to welcome you to Lothlorien. Hm . . . interesting," Galadriel thought aloud.

"What is it?" Leneil asked nervously.

"Very unclear is your fate, young Leneil, very strange. I leave you now with Arieneil. You have much to catch up on. Come Darnair," Galadriel finished.

She walked off to someplace Leneil couldn't guess, with Darnair following. Leneil turned to Arieneil, her mother. Leneil didn't know what to do, what to say. Arieneil made the first move and ran up to hug Leneil. Leneil instantly froze. She had never been hugged before, this was all very odd to her. Arieneil pulled back and Leneil saw her crying. Leneil was very confused.

"Come daughter, we have much to talk about," she smiled.

Arieneil led her down and to a small group of flowers; she sat down and smiled at Leneil. She had a lot of pride in her stare. Leneil sat down also, and they began talking.

"You probably want to know what happened," Arieneil assumed, starting the conversation.

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~ Namarie, Sere! ~

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