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Anarya of Lorien: Don't own LOtR! But I do own a very old knapsack, which will transport you to er – well it transports you to Nanaland! That is where you can all sing and dance and eat lollies all day long! MUAHAAHAAHAA!!!!

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A/N: Thanks to the following reviewers –

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The doctors have recently detected a huge five-inch square writer's block in my cerebral cortex. But thanks to the daily dosage of reviews and encouragements, I am pleased to say it has been successfully removed and creativity and inspiration is back to full usage. But doctors advise more reviews for prevention of further blocks.

- Anarya of Lorien.

The Prophecy

Chapter 11 (To the fort)

"Naneth! Where are you going?" the little elfling asked. Her hands clasping the back of her mother's cloak. Sulé turned to look at her daughter who stared at her with her dark brown eyes. A smile graced those gray eyes. She knelt before her child, Silme. Her father had long left her and Sulé to reside in the halls of Mandos. He was dead.

"Silme, you must promise me that you shall stay with Vala all the time. You must promise me you will never leave the palace and go roaming in the glades. Can you give me your word Silme? As a warrior?"

The elfling puffed up her chest and said, "Yes Naneth! I give you my word. I shall protect Vala and kill any orc who dares harm her or even try to do so! A word of a warrior." She said smiling at her mother. Sulé smiled as she gently placed a hand on her daughter's head.

"Cormamin niuve tenna' ta elea lle au', tinu amin!" (My heart shall weep until it sees thee again, my daughter!)

The elfling looked at her mother. "You are not going to that evil fort, are you Naneth?" the mother closed her eyes as tears ran down her fair cheeks.

"Yes my child! But be brave for I shall return to you safe and sound." Silme clutched to her mother's hand never wanting to let go. "Don't Naneth! I beg of you don't go there!" the child cried weakly.

"Ready to leave, Sulé?" another voice echoed from behind them both. Silme turned to meet cold gray eyes.

"Aunt Mila, tell Naneth not to go to the fort. It is dangerous." Mila smiled at her niece.

"Now Silme, your mother does this for your own safety. Go on now, Vala was calling you." Sulé kissed her daughter gently before getting up and moving to her brown mare. Karmil, she was named, meaning star and sure to her name, a white star like patch gleamed in her forehead. The other elleth, Mila mounted onto her grey stallion. Gorga - meaning fear.

She waited till both the horses faded from sight. Little, did she know that was forever.

"Silme, Silme wake up." A voice echoed in her mind. She slowly opened her eyes her Naneth had come back. But when she opened her eyes, she found sky blue depths looking at her with concern and worry. These were not the eyes of her Naneth! She slowly tried getting up but only cried in pain and fell back limply to the soft mattress.

"Legolas? What happened?" she asked clutching her right arm, which was now heavily bandaged. The elf smiled as he gently removed a few stray hairs from her face,

"We are in Mila's place. We were attacked by orcs remember? Well, we met another elleth. I presume you know her. She called herself Mila and told us she was your mother's sister. She was the one who helped us drive the orcs away. We then had to bring you here for safety."

Mila? Mila of Edona? The illustrious sister of Sulé? Is she my aunt? Then, if she had survived, then it – it would mean…

"Silme, Silme can you hear me?"

"Yes. Oh! I am sorry. I wasn't paying attention. So, it was my aunt." Legolas raised an eyebrow. " She is the elleth who died with your mother? She looks pretty live to me!" Silme nodded her head absently. It was all getting pretty confusing. She then gingerly got up using her left hand.

"Legolas, what did she say happened? Did she say anything other than the fact that she was Mila?"

Legolas helped Silme up and placed his cloak around her.

"Well, Gandalf was a little skeptic in the beginning and then, she showed him the seal of Vala." Silme's eyes widened. The seal of the queen of Edona could be held only by those faithful to the queen.

"Then she is Nwalme's enemy." She said slowly. She then turned to Legolas, "where is she?"

"I am right here my child." Silme turned to her door to see the same face she saw that fateful day when her mother and her dear sister had ridden off to meet Nwalme. The elleth smiled warmly as she extended her arms to envelope Silme in an embrace.

"Aunt Mila! I cannot believe this." She whispered as she literally ran to her aunt. Legolas who had not been expecting this, jumped back a little with surprise. He smiled gently as he saw Silme hug Mila, taking care not to over exert her injured arm.

"You look just like your mother though you have your father's skin and eyes. I feel like standing in the presence of Sulé herself."

Silme smiled. "Where is mother, aunt Mila?" the happy face of the elleth before her fell. Silme sensing this slowly drew herself away from the embrace.

"What is it aunt Mila? Hasn't Naneth come?"

"Silme, Nwalme is a formidable opponent and enemy." Silme felt her heart stopping. Legolas stepped a little closer to the young elleth.

"What do you mean?" she breathed. Mila hung her head as she withdrew a long sword from her cloak. Her gloved hands extended the blade for Silme to see.

"It was her last and final wish that you get this when you grow up."

She looked up at Silme who was staring at the blade. She knew her mother's blade, Eledhwen it was named, the elven light of her people. She took the blade from the grip of Mila. The leather sheath felt smooth in her palm. She remembered the times when she had seen her mother strike and parry with this sword. Thousands of orcs had fallen for this. She looked up at her aunt, tears streaming down from her eyes.

"I couldn't save my sister my child. Sulé fell. But I could save her sword and her final wish. For you." Silme nodded.

"I understand." Mila smiled a little and turned to leave the room. When she was alone with Legolas, she slowly ran her finger over the sheath.

"I remember my mother's training sessions. She always told me that I was a lousy fighter with the sword. She was the best swordswoman in the entire country of Edona. A true warrior." Legolas closed his eyes as he nodded. Silme smiled as tears sprang forth again.

"And now, I wield it the same way she did. Nwalme will remember this sword Legolas. She killed my mother. She will not kill me." She got up from the bed she was seated on. She then turned to Legolas.

"will you stand by me when I face nwalme? Or will you leave when your errand is complete?" Legolas looked stunned at this question.

"Silme, our destinies lie entwined. your path and ours are the same now. We shall all remain until the end and after that as well. Come what may. Now you must rest. Tomorrow we will journey to the fort of the minion. But today, melamin."

"Lle vesta?" she asked almost in a whisper. He smiled. "I promise." He then bent down to gently kiss her lips.

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- Anarya of Lorien