A/N: OK, now I'm writing responses to your reviews, because I seem to be getting popular! Wow! You guys had a lot to say about my last chapter!
Marian Blond: Well, I'm sorry I made you hate Aragorn, but I appreciate the compliment!
the katt: OK, you're my best freind freind, so I don't expect you to say too much outside of 'good work talk to you at school', so I just wanted to say thanks for actually sticking with this story and giving me great advice!
THEwriter Lioncub: You're one of my most faithfull reviewers, and for that, you have my profound gratitude! Thanx for everything!
dragonlady: The review was short and sweet. I appreciate it!
Mystic Moon: Wow! A Deflagro fan as well! Thanx for reading my fics! And by the way, I do not hate Legolas. He will be nicer starting thic chapter. I just figured that if I'm going to make Aragorn act like he does, Legolas should be somewhere near the same. After all, our elven prince *is* the closest one to him.
The Great One: Or should I say 'not so great one'. I appreciate *constructive* criticism. Not flames where I get cussed out. In response to your so-called 'review' I can only say this: I have written a book, thank you very much, and know full well how to write a story. I also would like to point out that this is a FANFIC! Meaning I can take poetic liscense with the characters. You don't like what I'm doing? You don't have to read it! But please refrain from calling me a bitch. -_-
OK, now that that's out of my system... on with the story!
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"Life can't be easy,
It's not always swell.
Don't tell me truth hurts, little girl,
Cause it hurts like hell." ~ David Bowie, Labyrinth
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They walked slowly towards the woods of Lothlorien. Valkyrie's arm was now in a makeshift sling that Sam had made, and she was walking slowly next to Boromir at the rear of the line. Around her waist was another piece of cloth that Legolas had found in his pack; once silver, it was now stained a deep crimson, and small rivulets of blood still oozed slowly out from under her blue tunic.
Aragorn had spoken to none of them since the incident on the mountain, but he and Bormir kept trading glances that were anything but freindly. As the soft golden leaves of the forrest danced around them, caught in a warm breeze, Legolas looked back over his shoulder and fell back to stand beside Valkyrie. He spoke in elvish, softly, so Aragorn would not hear.
"I'm sorry." Valkyrie looked up, slightly startled, golden eyes peering at him questioningly through several stray pieces of hair that had fallen out of their braids. "Why should you be apologizing. Tis Elbereth that wronged me, not you." She replied in the same language. The Prince of Mirkwood smirked sadly. "I have not exactly been the best of company. And for that, I pray you forgive me. It's just... the way you appeared to us. One must be watchfull about some things. And this recent appearance of your powers...." He didn't finish the sentance. He didn't have too. The words hung in the air. 'right before the appearance of the Balrog.' Valkyrie nodded.
"I agree I do seem to be the prime suspect. But I myself do not know how I got here, so I can't very well explain it to you, or Lord Aragorn." Legolas placed a hand on her shoulder. "I never expected him to harm you, but please understand: he thinks he is doing right by hurting you. In his eyes, all he sees is the appearance of a new sorceress, and the death of a close freind. But I hope you can forgive my ills, even if you cannot forgive his."
The young mage looked up at the elf with a somber expression. "I no longer hold a grude against you. You saved my life once in the mines. WE're even, you owe me no apology. You have my forgiveness." The prince smiled and moved back to the front with Aragorn, and if any one else in the Fellowship noticed the exchange, they said nothing, for they sensed that the gap -between those two, at least- was mended.
They continued on in silence for some time, until Gimli began filling the halfling's heads with tales of an 'Elf Witch'. Valkyrie was only half listening, lost in thought. 'These trees... This place... Why do I feel like I've been here before...' Suddenly, it was as though a voice was speaking in her head. A woman's voice. Soft, yet commanding, and demanding power and respect. 'Welcome home, Valkyrie. 10 years is too long. It will bring him great joy to see your face again.'
Valkyrie jumped. Boromir placed a hand o her shoulder. "Are you okay?" She shook her head to clear her thoughts. "Fine... I'm fine." But she couldn't help thinking in the back of her mind. 'Him... the elf from my memory? Yes... Him...'
Gimli was boasting loudly again. "Here's one dwarf she won't ensnare so easily! I have the eyes of a hawk and the ears of a fox!" Suddenly, out of nowhere, they were surrounded by a dozen elves, with bows all pointed at them. A tall, fair haired elf. A familiar elf. One with dark brows, a firm jawline, and dark eyes. Perfect, dark, piercing eyes. The eyes of a warrior. He spoke, and his voice was cold, but smoothe.
"The dwarf breathes so loudly, we could've shot him in the dark." Aragron gave him a mock bow and wispered several words in hurried elvish. Gimli tensed and called to him. "Aragorn! These woods are perilous! We should go back!" Haldir glared at him. "You have entered the relm of the Lady of the Wood. You cannot go back. Come. She is waiting." He started to turn, when his shadowed eyes fell on Valkyrie, and they softened as his features twisted into an expression of shock.
"Lirimaer?!" Aragorn scowled. "She is merely a sorceress of no importance." Haldir walked forward, and Valkyrie felt herself engulfed in a rush of emotions and could almost sense the hundreds of memories that were just out of her reach. "Ai! But she is important!" He leaned forward and pressed a kiss gently to her cheek, and there was a flash of jealousy in Boromir's eyes that only she caught. "Valkyrie. How you've grown. No longer the child I remember. But still my little lirimaer."
Then he caught site of her wounds. "Ai Valar! You're badly hurt. But... we best not keep Galadriel waiting. Then we shall get you to the healers." He then bent down and wispered in her ear. "You do not remember me now, but soon you shall remember all." Then he moved back to the front, to lead them to the Lady Galadriel, amongst the stares of the rest of the Fellowship.
A million questions swirled in Valkyrie's head. 'Who is this elf? And why do I recognize him? Where does he know me from?! I'm so confused!' She felt Boromir place a hand on the small of her back, and she took comfort in his mere touch. He gave her a questioning look, but she avoided eye contact, keeping her eyes on the ground.
Perhaps Galadriel would reveal all, as promised.
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Haldir lead the Fellowship to the foot of a large staircase, on the front of what -by Lothlorien standards- was a mansion. The men of the Fellowship stood in a group, glancing around anxiously, but Valkyrie had been held back by Haldir. She now stood at his side, just off to the side of the staircase, and admired the beautifull elven structure.
The building itself seemed to glow with some unearthly light, that both mesmerized and puzzled her. But before she could pose any questions to the elf beside her, The Lady and Her King themselves appeared to them. Valkyrie took in all their reactions at a glance.
Sam looked up at them solemnly, while Merry and Pippin gaped, slack-jawed at the radiant beings before them. Aragorn bowed his head in respect and near reverance, and Legolas stood up a bit straighter, but Boromir's eyes never left the ground, and Valkyrie averted her gaze from him quickly, though she knew not why.
Celeborn looked them over, his expression un-readable as a block of marble, and his eyes as cold. "Nine there are here, yet ten there were. Tell me where is Gandalf, for I much desire to speak with him." Galadriel's eyes found Aragorn's and she looked as though probing his thoughts. "He has fallen into shadow." She said, voice slightly surprised. Her eyes found Valkyrie's and she made brief eye contact with Haldir, who nodded, as though spoken too, and placed an arm around Valkyrie. Boromir stiffened visibly, but did nothing more, and Galadriel continued.
"The quest stands upon the edge of a knife. Stray but a little and it will fail, to the ruin of all." At this point, she made eye contact with Boromir, and suddenly his green-grey eyes were filled with a wave of intense pain, guilt and sorrow, and he looked down, with tears in his eyes. Galadriel's gaze lingered on him a moment longer before traveling briefly over to Valkyrie with a knowing smile, and then to Sam. "But hope remains, while company is true."
Suddenly, Valkyrie once again heard the voice of Lady Galadriel in her head, and it drowned out anything she was saying otherwise. 'Valkyrie, Daughter of Rohan and Lothlorien. You have returned at last to us, as I knew you would. I promise, I shall explain all, but you must go with Haldir now. I shall see you again in a short time.' Then, as the rest of the Fellowship was hearded off to a place to sleep, Hladir motioned for an elvish healer.
"Come, we shall mend your wounds, and have a long talk, for I sense you are confused, are you not?" He asked with a small smile, the first she had seen grace his perfect lips, and she felt as though she had seen that smile a thousand times. "Very. But I... trust you." She said after a pause.
He smile grew brighter, and reached his eyes. He took her by the hand and began to lead her down a set of stairs that ran in the opposite direction of the way the rest of the Fellowship had gone, and she gave a hesitant glance over his shoulder, but he squeezed her hand. "You'll see them shortly, but first you must be told many things. Such as why you have come here."
Her golden orbs widened in disbelief. "Ai! You know how I have come to be here, but -oh!" She felt a sharp pain from the wound in her stomach and almost stumbled on the stairs. He quickly caught her by placing one arm around her and picking her up off the ground into his arms. She flushed crimson, but then gave him a puzzled look. Just then, another memory of him hit her.
"Haldir.... my Voronwer. You are the reason I am here!" (A/N: means 'loyal one') Haldir nodded. "So you do remember some of it?" He signaled the healer to stop following. "I need to have a talk with her. I shall heal her myself." He said without looking back. The healer gave a small bow at the waist and walked back up the steps. Haldir carried her down the rest of the way, finnaly leading her to a small room with the same lumionous atmosphere as the rest of the city, and setting her down on the bed.
"This is my 'house', I suppose you would call it. I spend most of time patrollling the edge of the wood, so I don't use it much." He began to look around, and finally finding a roll of bandages and the herbs he was looking for, he got a bowl of water and set it down on a table next to the bed, pulling up a chair. "I'm not the best at this, but if these are just broken bones and battle wounds, that I can do." He began to gently undo the bandage around her stomach.
"I know you remember part of why you're here. Tell me what you know, and what I should remind you of." He said, dabbing water on the cut as he unwrapped, so the bandage would not stick and pull open the wound again. Valkyrie sighed.
"I remember... you. I remember being here, in Lothlorien. I was very young. My parents... I don't even hardley remember them, but I remember them telling me and my brother Tommy we had to leave to go... somewhere. I remember crying, and you holding me, and something about a spell that would bring me back here, and Galadriel, and.... and that's all." She said with a shrug that caused her to wince again. Haldir started to say something, but he just finished unwrapping the bandage and was pushing up the edge of her tunic. His eyes narrowed.
"How did this happen? This looks like..." He hesitated and ran a hand over the wound, delicate fingers staining red. "Like you've been beaten. Who...?" Valkyrie layed back on the soft bed and closed her eyes. "Aragorn. He though I summond the Balrog that cast gandalf into shadow. In truth, I was trying to vanquish a ground of orcs that had us surrounded, but I'm not entirely sure I used the right spell. For all I know.... I could have." She felt her eyes become blurry and tears rolled down her cheeks. Haldir's hand clenched into a fist, and he brushed away her tears. "You did no such thing. Those powers you have, as Galadriel will tell you, came from her and your mother. There is no spell, no possible way, *you* could have called such a dark creature forth from those mines. I was your mentor, your protector... and your freind. I know you would never do such a thing, and he had no right to strike you. The gods will make him answer for his actions one day, of that I assure you." He kissed her lightly on thhe eyelids, and she smiled softly.
"Boromir saved me from him." Haldir let out a low chuckle. "I've seen the way he looks at you. I do not doubt that he would indeed die for you." Valkyrie sat up sharpley, despite the pain in her side. "What do you mean, 'the way he looks at me'?" She said questioningly, and Haldir let out another laugh. "Isn't it obvious? He has feelings for you, srong ones... it's possible he loves you. Likely even. And now that I see you again after all these years, I do not wonder why. Galadriel predicted you would be beautifull, and here you are, brighter than the Evenstar."
"Nikerym, you flatter me." She said with a sigh. "But please. Tell me of my past. I am still confused." Haldir sighhed. "Very well. I should start off saying that your name is not Braddington, but Valkyrie Brailion, and your brother is Tomithrien Brailion. You are the daughter of a Warrior of Rohan, and an elvish sorceress who was being trained by Galadriel. She would have given your mother Nenya, the Ring of Water, but your family was forced to leave Middle-earth for another... dimension, I suppose. Now that you have returned, Galadriel plans to go West, and leave you in controll of Nenya."
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A/N: Major plot twist! But this is only part one of Lothlorien! I'm leaving for a Star Wars festival in Disney World next week, but I promise part two will be up sometime during the week I get back! Review! And here's a preview of next chapter:
"You must make a choice. Stay here, with me in Lothlorien, and rule in Galadriel's place when she goes to the West... or leave, and continue the Fellowship with your lover, at the risk of your life."
Marian Blond: Well, I'm sorry I made you hate Aragorn, but I appreciate the compliment!
the katt: OK, you're my best freind freind, so I don't expect you to say too much outside of 'good work talk to you at school', so I just wanted to say thanks for actually sticking with this story and giving me great advice!
THEwriter Lioncub: You're one of my most faithfull reviewers, and for that, you have my profound gratitude! Thanx for everything!
dragonlady: The review was short and sweet. I appreciate it!
Mystic Moon: Wow! A Deflagro fan as well! Thanx for reading my fics! And by the way, I do not hate Legolas. He will be nicer starting thic chapter. I just figured that if I'm going to make Aragorn act like he does, Legolas should be somewhere near the same. After all, our elven prince *is* the closest one to him.
The Great One: Or should I say 'not so great one'. I appreciate *constructive* criticism. Not flames where I get cussed out. In response to your so-called 'review' I can only say this: I have written a book, thank you very much, and know full well how to write a story. I also would like to point out that this is a FANFIC! Meaning I can take poetic liscense with the characters. You don't like what I'm doing? You don't have to read it! But please refrain from calling me a bitch. -_-
OK, now that that's out of my system... on with the story!
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"Life can't be easy,
It's not always swell.
Don't tell me truth hurts, little girl,
Cause it hurts like hell." ~ David Bowie, Labyrinth
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They walked slowly towards the woods of Lothlorien. Valkyrie's arm was now in a makeshift sling that Sam had made, and she was walking slowly next to Boromir at the rear of the line. Around her waist was another piece of cloth that Legolas had found in his pack; once silver, it was now stained a deep crimson, and small rivulets of blood still oozed slowly out from under her blue tunic.
Aragorn had spoken to none of them since the incident on the mountain, but he and Bormir kept trading glances that were anything but freindly. As the soft golden leaves of the forrest danced around them, caught in a warm breeze, Legolas looked back over his shoulder and fell back to stand beside Valkyrie. He spoke in elvish, softly, so Aragorn would not hear.
"I'm sorry." Valkyrie looked up, slightly startled, golden eyes peering at him questioningly through several stray pieces of hair that had fallen out of their braids. "Why should you be apologizing. Tis Elbereth that wronged me, not you." She replied in the same language. The Prince of Mirkwood smirked sadly. "I have not exactly been the best of company. And for that, I pray you forgive me. It's just... the way you appeared to us. One must be watchfull about some things. And this recent appearance of your powers...." He didn't finish the sentance. He didn't have too. The words hung in the air. 'right before the appearance of the Balrog.' Valkyrie nodded.
"I agree I do seem to be the prime suspect. But I myself do not know how I got here, so I can't very well explain it to you, or Lord Aragorn." Legolas placed a hand on her shoulder. "I never expected him to harm you, but please understand: he thinks he is doing right by hurting you. In his eyes, all he sees is the appearance of a new sorceress, and the death of a close freind. But I hope you can forgive my ills, even if you cannot forgive his."
The young mage looked up at the elf with a somber expression. "I no longer hold a grude against you. You saved my life once in the mines. WE're even, you owe me no apology. You have my forgiveness." The prince smiled and moved back to the front with Aragorn, and if any one else in the Fellowship noticed the exchange, they said nothing, for they sensed that the gap -between those two, at least- was mended.
They continued on in silence for some time, until Gimli began filling the halfling's heads with tales of an 'Elf Witch'. Valkyrie was only half listening, lost in thought. 'These trees... This place... Why do I feel like I've been here before...' Suddenly, it was as though a voice was speaking in her head. A woman's voice. Soft, yet commanding, and demanding power and respect. 'Welcome home, Valkyrie. 10 years is too long. It will bring him great joy to see your face again.'
Valkyrie jumped. Boromir placed a hand o her shoulder. "Are you okay?" She shook her head to clear her thoughts. "Fine... I'm fine." But she couldn't help thinking in the back of her mind. 'Him... the elf from my memory? Yes... Him...'
Gimli was boasting loudly again. "Here's one dwarf she won't ensnare so easily! I have the eyes of a hawk and the ears of a fox!" Suddenly, out of nowhere, they were surrounded by a dozen elves, with bows all pointed at them. A tall, fair haired elf. A familiar elf. One with dark brows, a firm jawline, and dark eyes. Perfect, dark, piercing eyes. The eyes of a warrior. He spoke, and his voice was cold, but smoothe.
"The dwarf breathes so loudly, we could've shot him in the dark." Aragron gave him a mock bow and wispered several words in hurried elvish. Gimli tensed and called to him. "Aragorn! These woods are perilous! We should go back!" Haldir glared at him. "You have entered the relm of the Lady of the Wood. You cannot go back. Come. She is waiting." He started to turn, when his shadowed eyes fell on Valkyrie, and they softened as his features twisted into an expression of shock.
"Lirimaer?!" Aragorn scowled. "She is merely a sorceress of no importance." Haldir walked forward, and Valkyrie felt herself engulfed in a rush of emotions and could almost sense the hundreds of memories that were just out of her reach. "Ai! But she is important!" He leaned forward and pressed a kiss gently to her cheek, and there was a flash of jealousy in Boromir's eyes that only she caught. "Valkyrie. How you've grown. No longer the child I remember. But still my little lirimaer."
Then he caught site of her wounds. "Ai Valar! You're badly hurt. But... we best not keep Galadriel waiting. Then we shall get you to the healers." He then bent down and wispered in her ear. "You do not remember me now, but soon you shall remember all." Then he moved back to the front, to lead them to the Lady Galadriel, amongst the stares of the rest of the Fellowship.
A million questions swirled in Valkyrie's head. 'Who is this elf? And why do I recognize him? Where does he know me from?! I'm so confused!' She felt Boromir place a hand on the small of her back, and she took comfort in his mere touch. He gave her a questioning look, but she avoided eye contact, keeping her eyes on the ground.
Perhaps Galadriel would reveal all, as promised.
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Haldir lead the Fellowship to the foot of a large staircase, on the front of what -by Lothlorien standards- was a mansion. The men of the Fellowship stood in a group, glancing around anxiously, but Valkyrie had been held back by Haldir. She now stood at his side, just off to the side of the staircase, and admired the beautifull elven structure.
The building itself seemed to glow with some unearthly light, that both mesmerized and puzzled her. But before she could pose any questions to the elf beside her, The Lady and Her King themselves appeared to them. Valkyrie took in all their reactions at a glance.
Sam looked up at them solemnly, while Merry and Pippin gaped, slack-jawed at the radiant beings before them. Aragorn bowed his head in respect and near reverance, and Legolas stood up a bit straighter, but Boromir's eyes never left the ground, and Valkyrie averted her gaze from him quickly, though she knew not why.
Celeborn looked them over, his expression un-readable as a block of marble, and his eyes as cold. "Nine there are here, yet ten there were. Tell me where is Gandalf, for I much desire to speak with him." Galadriel's eyes found Aragorn's and she looked as though probing his thoughts. "He has fallen into shadow." She said, voice slightly surprised. Her eyes found Valkyrie's and she made brief eye contact with Haldir, who nodded, as though spoken too, and placed an arm around Valkyrie. Boromir stiffened visibly, but did nothing more, and Galadriel continued.
"The quest stands upon the edge of a knife. Stray but a little and it will fail, to the ruin of all." At this point, she made eye contact with Boromir, and suddenly his green-grey eyes were filled with a wave of intense pain, guilt and sorrow, and he looked down, with tears in his eyes. Galadriel's gaze lingered on him a moment longer before traveling briefly over to Valkyrie with a knowing smile, and then to Sam. "But hope remains, while company is true."
Suddenly, Valkyrie once again heard the voice of Lady Galadriel in her head, and it drowned out anything she was saying otherwise. 'Valkyrie, Daughter of Rohan and Lothlorien. You have returned at last to us, as I knew you would. I promise, I shall explain all, but you must go with Haldir now. I shall see you again in a short time.' Then, as the rest of the Fellowship was hearded off to a place to sleep, Hladir motioned for an elvish healer.
"Come, we shall mend your wounds, and have a long talk, for I sense you are confused, are you not?" He asked with a small smile, the first she had seen grace his perfect lips, and she felt as though she had seen that smile a thousand times. "Very. But I... trust you." She said after a pause.
He smile grew brighter, and reached his eyes. He took her by the hand and began to lead her down a set of stairs that ran in the opposite direction of the way the rest of the Fellowship had gone, and she gave a hesitant glance over his shoulder, but he squeezed her hand. "You'll see them shortly, but first you must be told many things. Such as why you have come here."
Her golden orbs widened in disbelief. "Ai! You know how I have come to be here, but -oh!" She felt a sharp pain from the wound in her stomach and almost stumbled on the stairs. He quickly caught her by placing one arm around her and picking her up off the ground into his arms. She flushed crimson, but then gave him a puzzled look. Just then, another memory of him hit her.
"Haldir.... my Voronwer. You are the reason I am here!" (A/N: means 'loyal one') Haldir nodded. "So you do remember some of it?" He signaled the healer to stop following. "I need to have a talk with her. I shall heal her myself." He said without looking back. The healer gave a small bow at the waist and walked back up the steps. Haldir carried her down the rest of the way, finnaly leading her to a small room with the same lumionous atmosphere as the rest of the city, and setting her down on the bed.
"This is my 'house', I suppose you would call it. I spend most of time patrollling the edge of the wood, so I don't use it much." He began to look around, and finally finding a roll of bandages and the herbs he was looking for, he got a bowl of water and set it down on a table next to the bed, pulling up a chair. "I'm not the best at this, but if these are just broken bones and battle wounds, that I can do." He began to gently undo the bandage around her stomach.
"I know you remember part of why you're here. Tell me what you know, and what I should remind you of." He said, dabbing water on the cut as he unwrapped, so the bandage would not stick and pull open the wound again. Valkyrie sighed.
"I remember... you. I remember being here, in Lothlorien. I was very young. My parents... I don't even hardley remember them, but I remember them telling me and my brother Tommy we had to leave to go... somewhere. I remember crying, and you holding me, and something about a spell that would bring me back here, and Galadriel, and.... and that's all." She said with a shrug that caused her to wince again. Haldir started to say something, but he just finished unwrapping the bandage and was pushing up the edge of her tunic. His eyes narrowed.
"How did this happen? This looks like..." He hesitated and ran a hand over the wound, delicate fingers staining red. "Like you've been beaten. Who...?" Valkyrie layed back on the soft bed and closed her eyes. "Aragorn. He though I summond the Balrog that cast gandalf into shadow. In truth, I was trying to vanquish a ground of orcs that had us surrounded, but I'm not entirely sure I used the right spell. For all I know.... I could have." She felt her eyes become blurry and tears rolled down her cheeks. Haldir's hand clenched into a fist, and he brushed away her tears. "You did no such thing. Those powers you have, as Galadriel will tell you, came from her and your mother. There is no spell, no possible way, *you* could have called such a dark creature forth from those mines. I was your mentor, your protector... and your freind. I know you would never do such a thing, and he had no right to strike you. The gods will make him answer for his actions one day, of that I assure you." He kissed her lightly on thhe eyelids, and she smiled softly.
"Boromir saved me from him." Haldir let out a low chuckle. "I've seen the way he looks at you. I do not doubt that he would indeed die for you." Valkyrie sat up sharpley, despite the pain in her side. "What do you mean, 'the way he looks at me'?" She said questioningly, and Haldir let out another laugh. "Isn't it obvious? He has feelings for you, srong ones... it's possible he loves you. Likely even. And now that I see you again after all these years, I do not wonder why. Galadriel predicted you would be beautifull, and here you are, brighter than the Evenstar."
"Nikerym, you flatter me." She said with a sigh. "But please. Tell me of my past. I am still confused." Haldir sighhed. "Very well. I should start off saying that your name is not Braddington, but Valkyrie Brailion, and your brother is Tomithrien Brailion. You are the daughter of a Warrior of Rohan, and an elvish sorceress who was being trained by Galadriel. She would have given your mother Nenya, the Ring of Water, but your family was forced to leave Middle-earth for another... dimension, I suppose. Now that you have returned, Galadriel plans to go West, and leave you in controll of Nenya."
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A/N: Major plot twist! But this is only part one of Lothlorien! I'm leaving for a Star Wars festival in Disney World next week, but I promise part two will be up sometime during the week I get back! Review! And here's a preview of next chapter:
"You must make a choice. Stay here, with me in Lothlorien, and rule in Galadriel's place when she goes to the West... or leave, and continue the Fellowship with your lover, at the risk of your life."