Disclaimer: see ch.1

Chapter 7
Lothlorien and The breaking of the Fellowship
Rated PG/PG-13

"Here's one dwarf she won't ensnare so easily!" Gimli boasted. "I have the eyes of a hawk and ears of a fox." Suddenly, the whole fellowship was surrounded by Elven archers, all aiming at them.

"The dwarf breaths so loud. We could of shot him in the dark." said one of the elves teasingly. Tir rolled her eyes, a bit stronger now, but still leaning on Legolas. "Haldir o Lorien. Henion aniron, boe ammen i dulu lin. Bow ammen varied lin." said Aragorn coolly. "Haldir of Lorien." Tir translated for the hobbits, Gimli, and Boromir's convenience. "We desire your help. We need your protection." she said weakly.

Aragorn motioned over his shoulder towards her, pointing her out to Haldir. "So it is true..." muttered Haldir in the common tongue. "Aragorn, these woods are perilous. We should go back..." started Gimli. "You have entered the realm of the Lady of the Wood. You cannot go back." Haldir replied slyly. "Come, she is waiting."

Tir continued to lean on Legolas for support, she was feeling a bit queasy. They followed the Lorien elves into the city.

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"Eight there are here, yet nine there were set out from Rivendell. Tell me, where is Gandalf, for I much desired to speak with him." asked Celeborn. "He has fallen into shadow." answered Galadriel, looking deep into each members eyes.

"The quest stands on the brink of a knife. Stray but a little and it will fail, to the ruin of all..." she paused, switching her glance from Boromir to Sam.' It's amazing what you notice when you are hurt.' thought Tir. "Yet hope remains while the company is true." continued Galadriel. "Do not let your hearts be troubled. Go now and rest, for you are weary with sorrow and much toil. Tonight you shall rest in peace..."

"Tirinin Elen, I know you have the gift of foresight! Be mindful of the future, and speak when knowledge is needed." Tir looked up at Galadriel and nodded, understanding.

The Lady walked over to her and Legolas. She smiled down at her, then turned to Legolas. "Take her to the healers, for you know where they reside. They shall be able to heal her concussion and her broken ribs and ankle."

Tir heard a couple small gasps in the background. Realizing it was the hobbits, she turned around to face them. "You never told us you were hurt!" mouthed Pippin bravely. "We knew you were hurt, but not that bad." said Merry. "I am quite fine, just a little weak. I got hurt when we were in Moria, but I am soon to be better." Frodo nodded, and Tir turned around and followed Legolas, limping.

When they got there, The healers looked please to see Legolas, and they greeted each other with a long complicated phrase that Tir could not figure out. She felt as if she was about to be sick again, so she did not speak. "Here you go." said one of the healers, handing Legolas three vials. "She is to take one sip of each everyday, until she leaves here. The vials will refill themselves. This one is for the concussion." she handed the green one to Tir, who took a sip, and immediately felt better. "This one is for the broken bones." she continued, handing her a violet vial. Tir took a sip of that vial, and found that she did not have to lean on Legolas anymore. "And this final one," finished the healer. "Is for curing weakness." she handed her the last one, which was forever changing colour. Tir drank this one as well, and immediately felt as if she could go run through all the trees in this forest. She thanked the healers, who smiled at her lovingly, and sent them on their way.

"Oh Legolas! Thank you for being there for me!" she said gratefully. She leaned onto his shoulders and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

When they got to the spot where they were to sleep, it was obvious that word of Gandalf's death had traveled around the city, for the elves were singing a lament for him.

"A lament for Gandalf..." said Legolas sadly. "What do they say about him?" asked Merry curiously. "I have not the heart to tell you. For me the grief is still to near."

Tir agreed with Legolas, and was singing the lament along with the choir. "Mithrandir, Mithrandir, A Randir Vithren." she sang sadly. "u-reniathach i amat galen I remaid lin ne mor, nuithannen In gwidh risennin, i fae marchannen I lach Anor ed ardgib gwannen, Caled veleg , ethuiannen"

"What are they saying?" asked Pippin sadly. "I really wish to know." Tir smiled at him sadly, and repeated the lament again, but in the Common Tongue: "Mithrandir, Mithrandir O Pilgrim Grey No more will you wander the green fields of this earth Your journey has ended in darkness The bonds cut, the spirit broken The Flame of Anor has left this World A great light, has gone out."

"Oh." said Pippin sadly, thinking deeply. Tir watched the little hobbit just sit there, and then he ran off to the other hobbits, whom were all huddling in a corner by a tree.

Tir went over to Legolas, who was preparing to sleep. She laid out her bed next to his, and cuddled up next to him, just to feel his love. I missed you, Legolas she whispered, but he was already asleep, still holding her close.

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"Tirinin..." she woke up with a start. "What the hell...?!" It was the middle of the night, though it wasn't very dark. She saw Galadriel, walking by their camp, and realized that she was being called by the Lady. She got up and quietly followed her, straightening her tunic and buttoning the top button.

She followed the Elf down the stairs and in to a clearing, where there was a bird bath like thing which Tir figured out to be the Mirror of Galadriel. The Lady scooped some water into the pitcher.

"Will you look into the mirror?" she asked Tir. Tir decided to go for the "Frodo approach" as she called it. "What will I see?" she asked cautiously, walking down the rest of the stairs. Galadriel smiled, knowing where she was getting that from. "Even the wisest cannot tell, for the mirror shows many things. Things that were, things that are, and some things that have not yet come to pass."

Tir knew she had no choice, so she walked over to the mirror and looked in. At first she saw only her reflection, but as she looked closer, she saw things that scared her.

First she saw the Fellowship, fighting a battle, and it became apparent that it was their last battle. One by one the hobbits fell, for too many Orcs pursued them. Next was Gimli, his axe shoved into his stomach. Boromir was not there, so Tir realized this was after the breaking of the Fellowship. She wasn't their either, and things were looking bad for the two remaining members of the Fellowship. An Orc shot Aragorn in the back while he was fighting another Orc. Aragorn did not collapse at the contact of the arrow, he stayed and fought, like Boromir had done. He had slayed the last of his Orcs just as Legolas had. They patted each others shoulder, tears quietly running down their cheeks. They passed a body on the ground and Legolas stopped. Aragorn saw who it was and stopped as well. Legolas bent down and lifted up the limp figure. Ti realized it was her, slain by four arrows protruding from her back. All of the sudden, Legolas was hit by multiple arrows, and let himself fall against the ground next to Tir's dead body. Aragorn leaned over his Elven friend, talking to him. Legolas reached up and grasped Aragorn's shoulder, and then died. His hand slid off and fell to the ground with a thud. Aragorn rushed up, an arrow still in his body, and killed of about ten Orcs before being killed the same way as Legolas. Tir didn't want to see any more. She yanked her self back and she fell and hit the ground hard.

"This is what shall happen, if you fail." said Galadriel. "But- I mean- how...?" "When the time is right, you shall know. Remember to speak, when guidance and knowledge is needed."

Tir nodded, and headed back to camp, muttering under her breath. When she got there, she saw Frodo was awake, apparently in a deep thought. He looked up when he heard her coming. He noticed that she was all pale, and was shaking like crazy. "The mirror? He asked simply. She nodded, and allowed her knees to buckle from beneath her, for they were no longer able to support her weight. She laid on the ground, her face buried in the soft grass, crying. Frodo walked over to her. "I know that it is awful, but it is only what could happen. Remember that." Tir sat up and nodded, wiping her tears away. Frodo took her hand and stroked it. "I see you suffer, Tir. I do not know the reason why. An elf like you should not have to suffer." She smiled down at the hobbit. "When the time comes, Frodo, you shall know."

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At Amon Hen

"Where could he be?" Tir muttered to herself. She had ran off to see if she could find Frodo. She had told Merry and Pippin to go find a hiding spot, for she was left in charge of them. Just then, she heard a sound, like a horn. "Crap!" she cursed out loud. She ran to where the sound was coming from, getting multiple cuts and bruises from trees and undergrowth. There she saw Boromir, fighting Uruk-Hais. A little ways back, behind Boromir, she saw Merry and Pippin, throwing rocks. They stopped when she looked at them, and mouthed "Frodo was leaving. We had to save our friend." she nodded and then ran to help Boromir. She got out her bow and quickly nocked and shot three arrows, killing three Orcs. The Orcs looked up, but couldn't see her. Boromir saw her, smiled his thanks, and went and sliced up another Orc. WHOOSH! An arrow whizzed right past her head and into Boromir's chest. The human stumbled for a moment, regained his footing, and killed about four more Orcs before getting shot again. Tir watched in awe, unable to move, as He got up yet again, only to get shot for a third time, and finally falling. "ARGGGH!" Tir turned around just in time to see the hobbits run into a heard of Uruks and get scooped up. She was torn between two decisions. "Tir! Go after the hobbits!" she heard Aragorn yell, after he had just killed Lurtz. She looked to Legolas, who nodded, and she ran off after the Uruks.

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"Man, these creatures never stop!" Tir said to herself. It was nighttime, and she had been running after the Uruks that had captured Merry and Pippin for ten days now, with out any rest. Even for an elf that would be considered rough.

Finally, the creatures stopped, and placed Merry and Pippin on a rock about two feet from where she was sitting. Then the Uruk walked away to go argue over food.

Tir walked over to the rock. Even in the dark she could see and ugly gash that Merry had on his forehead, and could tell that he was unconscious. "Pippin!" she whispered. Pippin looked around wildly for the voice he heard. "Behind you, you silly little hobbit!" "Tir?" "Yes! Now turn around!"

But just then, there was a yell, and Pippin had to look forward. "Who's that you were talking to, halfling?" asked an Uruk. "No one..." replied Pippin carefully. Tir quietly started to move backwards, but stepped on a fallen twig. CRACK!

"What was that?" asked one of the Uruks. Tir froze, afraid of being caught. "You want to know what that was, Ugluk?" asked the first Uruk, moving closer towards Tir, who was grounded with fear. The first Uruk reached his hand back and grabbed Tir by the shoulder and yanked her out. "Well, Ugluk, it's an elf! Tie her up!" Tir finally got over her fear and fought for her freedom, but there were to many. They laughed and tied her hands behind her back, and tied her feet loosely, just enough that she could walk, and they took her weapons and threw them on the ground.

She was forced to sit down next to Pippin, who smiled sheepishly at her. "I'm sorry Tir. I would never mean to get you in danger." he said honestly. "I know, Pip. I know." But that was all that she could say, for the Uruks jumped up and yelled. "White men!" and started scurrying all around. "Wha?" asked Merry, who had just awoke. "Tir! What are you doing here? Why are they running?" "The Riders of Rohan!" she muttered. As if on cue, the Riders came scaring off some Orcs and Uruks, who scooped up Tir and ran off with her.

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Legolas ran to the elvish boat, ready to go after Sam and Frodo. "Hurry! Sam and Frodo have reached the eastern shore." He looked up when he realized that Aragorn nor Gimli weren't following him. "You mean not to follow them..." "Frodo's fate is no longer in our hands." replied Aragorn sadly. "Then it has all been in vain!" said Gimli. "The Fellowship has failed."

Legolas and the dwarf walked over to Aragorn, wondering why they were not to go after them.

"Not if we hold true to each other." Aragorn answered for the dwarf. He turned to Legolas. "We will not abandon Merry and Pippin to torment and death. We will not leave Tir out there to suffer by herself. Not while we have strength left." Aragorn turned around and grabbed his things.

"Leave all that can be spared behind." he said, placing his dagger in its sheath. "We travel light." He smiled at them. "Let's go hunt some Orc." and he ran off. "Yes!" yelled Gimli and Ran off after him. Legolas smiled. He would see Tir again, hopefully. And he too ran after Aragorn.