A/N: Hello again! Thank you for the wonderful reviews. Please continue to review and tell me what I can do to make the story better. I know things right now seem kind of slow and uneventful, but that will change! Also, pay attention to the things happening to Tinioniel in this chapter, a little foreshadowing on my part. Hope you all enjoy this chapter and I will update soon!

~Alatariel

Tinioniel rode a horse in her dreams. She rode a horse into a fierce battle, clad in a man's armor. She killed a few orcs that came towards her. A troll came close to her as she tried to kill it. He kept lunging at her with its enormous movements. "Tinioniel! Kill it!" Eowyn cried out in haste. Eowyn rode on a horse with another smaller person. Tinioniel savagely beat the animal down and cut its throat, watching its blood seep into the ground in a black mass. Tinioniel's breath was heavy as she felt a blood lust within her. Her eyes showed her revelation as she continued to fight savagely, bringing down a number of orcs, until a scream pierced her ears through all the other sounds on the battlefield. Her eyes scanned over to the place where Eomer was on his knees, falling back with a sword run through him. Tinioniel felt a searing power soar through her as she screamed out his name.

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"No! Eomer!" Tinioniel bolted up, but was restrained by some force. Her breathing was labored and quick. "I am here!" Eomer's arm was still around her, holding her back from falling. The rest of the people in the company turned to them. Gandalf, seated high upon a white stallion, rode back to them. "What happened?" "Nothing." Tinioniel answered again too quickly. "I just had nightmare. Probably from riding on this blasted horse." "What did you dream?" Gandalf questioned, searching her mind. "There was a battle. That is all I remember."
"That is all you can remember hum?" Gandalf mused. "Then why did you scream out in distress. Why did you scream Eomer's name?" Tinioniel paused.
"I saw.nothing of importance. It was just a dream. It doesn't mean that it is real."
"What was it, Tinioniel." She cast her eyes upon the ground. she did not want to tell them what she saw, but she knew that she had to.
"I saw people dying. Lots of people dying in battle. There were thousands of orcs running across a field, and huge things like trolls. That is really all I can remember. Everything was happening very fast it seemed like it simply was a shadow, for nothing was clear." Tinioniel lied, for she had seen a very detailed battle. She saw herself on a horse fighting with Eowyn, and she saw Eomer die. Gandalf seemed satisfied with her answer however, and rode to the front of the line.
"We are close now. I was going to wake you soon but it seems that I do not have to." Eomer spoke to Tinioniel as he sat stately in the saddle behind her.
"Where is it that we are headed exactly?"
"It is where the White Wizard dwells; A wizard whom, although cloaked in the purest of colors, has lent his hand to the darker forces of this world. He would come into this forest and chop down all that was good and green, and then take it to fuel his evil fires in hopes of destroying this world." Tinioniel surveyed the forest, taking in its old beauty of a luscious forest ravaged by war. Legolas and Gimli pulled beside Eomer's horse. Gimli was ranting on how the forest was in no comparison of the dwarven caves. Legolas and Eomer laughed at him, sporting and jesting simply to make the proud dwarf cross. Tinioniel smiled and laughed at the men and their jokes, but she was soon distracted. Voices echoed in her mind from a nameless form. Whispers traveled on carriages of wind to her ears in woe and agony. She closed her eyes and let the voices sink deep in to her, overwhelming her with their grief. They called out for help, as Tinioniel realized the tortured beings were the trees themselves. She struggled with the thought of talking trees, but could not tear herself away from their anguish and affliction.
"Well at least the lady has enough courtesy to be polite and not join you in your bantering." Tinioniel did not answer him, she didn't even hear him. Only the trees' voices had a say in her mind as she listened all too willingly. "I don't know what's worse; Being the bunt of jokes or being completely ignored!"
"She has every right not to listen to you. Nothing worth hearing ever escapes your lips. My lady Tinioniel is blest to be able to drown your constant babble out." Legolas spoke and received a not so polite jab to his side from his short friend. At the sound of her name, Tinioniel opened her eyes and was torn away slightly from the rumble of the deadening trees. Her eyebrows knit together in confusion and slight interest as she gazed up ever more at the trees. A small laugh escaped her as she spoke quietly.
"I must be going crazy."
"And why is that?" Legolas asked, still smiling at successively annoying his stunted companion.
"I could have sworn I heard," She paused. "it was probably nothing. I have just been keeping thoughts to myself too long. I am not used to keeping quiet. Usually I won't shut up long enough to breathe."
"Well share with us what you thought you heard." Eomer encouraged.
"So that the lot of you can make fun of what I know I heard? I heard it, make no mistake about that. The only thing I am debating now is whether the voices were real or not."
"Well go on. You gotten us all curious. Blast women and their damned secrets. You better tell us what you heard." Gimli profound accent weighted heavy in the air.
"Fine, but none of you have my permission to laugh. You can talk about how absurd I am when I am not around thank you very much so keep your thoughts to yourself." Tinioniel started laughing at the situation. "I was listening to you all teasing poor Gimli when I thought I heard someone crying. Well it wasn't Gimli of course, he was too busy with his streams of curses to even think about tears. Well the more I tried concentrating on the crying, the more things I heard. Then all of the sudden I hear these things calling out for help, these, pitiful cries of distress and then I realize who it is. Well, I should say what it is. I figure that it's the trees. I know perfectly well trees can not bloody talk. But I could not really pull myself away from them. I felt so terrible for them, and it wasn't until you said my name, Legolas, that I even remember that I was on a horse, riding to this wizard place." Legolas started to laugh. "Legolas, you little imp. I just finished telling you not to laugh at me! I am deeply hurt!" His laughing continued but he managed to calm himself long enough to explain.
"My dear little Tinioniel, you are not going crazy." He breathed deep breaths, collecting himself before speaking again. "It is an intricate idea, very difficult to explain. First of all you must accept this fact. Trees do have voices. They do. That part is simple. If you accept that fact, then you will understand this. Elves are the only race, beside Istaris like Gandalf, that can hear the soul of the tree; their happiness, their sadness, their anger. What confuses me, and what is difficult for me to understand, is why you can hear them. You are not an elf, and not of this world. Why you can hear the trees is beyond me, for I do not know the answer."
"So wait, you heard them too?"
"Of course."
"Then how come you weren't like," Tinioniel raised her arms and acted out the word she was thinking but it couldn't come to mind."
"Entranced?" Eomer proposed the word, helping Tinioniel.
"Yes. That. How come you were able to ignore them?"
"I do not ignore them. You can not overlook the pain and the suffering of these life giving beings. It wounds my heart to hear them, but we can do nothing for them right now. You can not concentrate your entire mind on them, or else you will end up in a reverie." Tinioniel sighed and extended her arms, stretching out and upwards, and feeling the muscles in her back relaxing. She leaned against Eomer's chest in comfort.

"Do you know how much farther? I would very much like to get off this horse for a while. It doesn't like me and I don't like it."
"Just beyond these trees, and then you shall see one of the two dark towers overtaken." Eomer replied to her inquiry. As sure as it was told, the stone wall surrounding the black tower was in their sight. Tinioniel saw two figures on the wall, smoking and she heard their amusement.
"Who is that on the wall? Those two boys. What are they doing there?" Eomer strained his sight. I see no one on the wall yet. Wait until we get closer." Legolas' mirth was apparent as he started to laugh.
"Lady Tinioniel, that would be our friends, Merry and Pippin. It seems they have been in each other's company and enjoying a themselves by smoking." Tinioniel gasped.
"Is that what they are doing? But they are just tiny boys! How come they are allowed to smoke? That is not healthy!"
"Rest assured young lass. They are older than you! They are but wee hobbits of the Shire; Halflings. And what do you mean sitting and smoking?!" Gimli's temper flared within him as they got closer and closer to the wall. One of the guys stood up clumsily and waved one of his hands in the air.
"Welcome my lords to Isengard!" Gimli started right away, reprimanding them on their behavior. The two, Merry and Pippin, joined the company, as the horses began to wade in the murky, placid water surrounding an immeasurable, sinister tower. Tinioniel began to hear trees talking again, so she closed her eyes and tried to focus on other things, not paying attention to her surroundings. Tinioniel opened them again, only when she was startled by a paced noise that shook her. She looked around and saw that the trees not only were talking, but moving. She felt the surprise in her eyes as they widened as she took in a quick breath in through her nose. She turned around to face Eomer in a calm frenzy.
"Eomer!" She said in a hushed voice. He leaned over to hear her better as she continued in her flurry. "The trees.. Are moving! Did you see the tree moving? There is one coming this way! What's it going to do? Do you think he will mind we are here? Does he guard the White wizard guy?"
"Peace!" Eomer commanded gently. "Your words send my head in a spiral. That, I do believe, is Treebeard. I was told of him earlier, while you were asleep. He will not harm us. He is on our side, and fought against the White Wizard of Isengard. He is old and wise, as most of the Ents are, but very long winded. Listen to him and do not fret. He is kind, and although the Ents managed to defeat all the orcs here and shut down their little industry, they shall not harm thee. Treebeard has a kind heart, and has taken care of those two little halfings over there." Tinioniel's eyes were still wide with both alarm and enthusiasm, but she stilled her racing thoughts and listened to the old tree speak. His voice was intoxicating, as if the very depths of time were hidden in his words. Tinioniel was enthralled by this creature as his voice lulled her every nerve. His philosophical words were at dissonance when Aragorn spoke out.
"Pippin!" The Halfling had jumped off Aragorn's horse and was staggering through the water, finally coming to a stop. He bent down as he hands entered the water, sending ripples around him. He extracted a black orb, and within the orb, swirling mist of orange and grey danced in shadows. Tinioniel cringed at the sight of the object, sensing a wicked and malevolent energy coming from within the alluring sphere. Gandalf quickly took it away from the Halfling, causing him to feel slightly guilty for finding it, and sulked back to Aragorn's horse.
"We now travel for Rohan. You shall see the great city of Edoras and visit its Golden Hall." Tinioniel smiled. She enjoyed traveling and seeing these amazing places. The more she traveled, the more she learned, not just about the land and its beauty, but also about herself. She loved finding new and interesting things, and considerably large, walking, talking trees was exceptionally exciting.