A/N: Hello again everyone! I thank you all for your reviews. I want to especially thank psychicsaphie for her helpful reviews. I understand that you do not like a Mary Sue story and I hope that you can help me change some things. I would love some more input from you because you are very polite and straight to the point. I am glad that you all came back to read another chapter! This chapter explains why Tinioniel is there in the first place. Very short chapter…. But trust me! I will update soon. Things are getting interesting as to what the evil forces of Middle Earth have planned next for Tinioniel. Keep reviewing!
Tinioniel woke up the next morning, remembering Gandalf's rebuking. She could not help but smile, thinking of how stupid she was. The voices that told her that she did not belong, that she should die seemed far from her now, and were replaced with Eomer's voice. Tinioniel hugged her sheets giddily, as her grin broadened. Tinioniel nearly fell out of bed in her attempt to get out of it.
"Ai!" She yelped as she caught her self. Tinioniel laughed a little, still in a happy state from last night, when Eomer told her something that she never expected, but words that she loved. A soft rain descended from a grey, gloomy sky. The sound of its soft beat, and the smell of the wet earth rejuvenated her senses. She was snapped out of her reverie by a knock at her door, so Tinioniel quickly ran to answer it. Gandalf stood there, his head bent towards the ground which quickly snapped up when the door swung open. "Gandalf? Is there something wrong?"
"Yes, there is. I need to talk to you. Now it is something very important, so do not shrug off my words." Tinioniel sighed as she opened the door a little more to let the wizard pass. His cloak whirled behind him in his swift movements entering the room.
"If you well remember, Gandalf, we talked about it last night. You know, when you yelled to no end?" Tinioniel shut the door and sat on her bed while Gandalf pulled a chair from a corner.
"That is not as important as this. But I do hope that my words were not just yelling. You did listen did you not?"
"Yes yes." Tinioniel replied, perturbed at his delay in the reason why he was there. "So why are you here then?" Gandalf shifted slightly in his chair and looked at Tinioniel with grave eyes.
"I am here to explain." A long silence filled the room along with Tinioniel's impatience.
"Explain what?" Tinioniel asked, anticipating the answer.
"Everything."
"Can you vague that up for me just a little bit? About what exactly?"
"The reason why you are here. Why we need you here. Why you are meant to be here." Tinioniel did not understand what he meant perfectly, but was silent and mused with herself as to what it could be. "You are not the only girl from another world. Long ago, when this world broke out in war, help from another world came to us, in the form of your kin. Lomadrien, as she came to be known, was the person who helped us in dire need. Isildur did defeat Sauron by cutting off the ring, but something else was at work there. Your relative distracted Sauron, but not only that. Lomadrien weakened him to a state that his seemingly undefeatable form was lacerated upon the gradients of Mount Doom." Gandalf motioned to the necklace around Tinioniel's neck, and in turn, she clasped onto the jewel. "That jewel that is draped on your neck is something much more then you may think. It alters to the owner when the time is right. Lomadrien had a strong skill with the blade, and consequently, the jewel turned to a dagger. The same blood flows with in you. Sauron has now risen again, this time with just as much potency. He knows of the other realm of where you dwell, and he wants to make it his own. Sauron is using his ally, Sauruman, to deplete the boundaries between this world and your own. He will stop at nothing to kill you, because you are the only one that can right the wrongs that he committed. Sauron will attack not only your physical being, but you mind and feelings as well. You are the only one powerful enough to save Middle Earth and your own home. The portals to each realm are becoming more abundant each passing day. The time will come when battle will stare at you, along with death and the road of your fate. Will you stand for your world and ours?" Tinioniel sat in silence, not sure how to answer such a question. A few memories of her home were flashing before her; Tinioniel's last family vacation, last day of school in her middle school year, the little things that she could barely remember until now. It was because of those little things that she would fight. She would fight to save her family. She would fight to save her world and theirs'.
"I am ready to learn, if you are willing to teach." Gandalf smiled at her reply. Only her strong, even though stubborn, heart could save them.
"I would think of doing nothing less."
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Well that is all for this chapter! This I felt was needed to be a chapter all by itself because of important events that will take place in the next chapter. I hope you all like where the story is going… if not… I would love to hear about the things I can do to change to make my story more enjoyable. Just remember… if you flammeth, then you shall be punished… eth… or something like that. Hummm… ok! Hope you all like the chapters to come!
~Lady Alatariel