Disclaimer: Lynn is mine but nothing else belongs to me.
A/N: things in bold are spoken in Elvish.
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Lynn is watching T.V. when someone knocks on her door. She opens it to find Gandalf smiling mischeviously at her. "Do you still wish to witness the Fellowships journey even with all of its dangers?"
"Gandalf, are you drunk?" she questions and he looks at her indignantly. "No, I am not. Do you wish to go or not?"
"Yes," she answers not sure where he's going with this.
Gandalf grins. "Good. Now, you will need training so that you can defend yourself. So i would like you to meet a friend of mine."
A tall distinguished Elf steps into her doorway and Lynn looks up in surprise and awe.
"This is Glorfindel. He has agreed to train you in sword and bow. He will also teach you the things you will need to know while in that time," Gandalf tells her as he brushes past her and into her apartment. She looks up at the Elf fully aware that he is the one and only born again Balrog slayer.
"Its an honor to meet you, Lord Glorfindel." Lynn steps to the side so that he can enter her apartment.
The honor is all mine, Lady Lynn," Glorfindel says giving a slight bow. She shuts the door and turns to face him.
"Please, just Lynn. I am not worthy of the title as you are, my lord."
Indeed," he says dryly as he walks further into the room. "The day a direct descendant of King Elessar is not worthy of a title is the day I turn into a Dwarf."
"What?!" Lynn looks at him wide-eyed and then turns to Gandalf in confusion.
"It is true. You are the 16th great-grandaughter of Aragorn and the last of his line. That is the reason for allowing you to go back. You must go back in time in order to understand your future."
"Aragorn?" Lynn questions, confusion written on her face. Glorfindel leans against a book shelf as he listens quietly to the conversation.
Gandalf sits in a chair and smiles at her. "King Elessar had many names, my dear and you will need to learn them."
Realization hits her and she looks down at Gandalf. "What do you mean understand my future?"
"It is not coincidence that the races of Middle-Earth are returning. A new age is about to begin and you will play a major part in it just as Aragorn did so many millennia ago." Gandalf explains.
"Oh" Lynn sinks down on the couch. "What am I supposed to do?" She looks over at them fearfully.
Glorfindel walks over and kneels down in front of her. He places a comforting hand on her shoulder and she looks up at him. "Nothing that you will not be able to handle."
"Glorfindel will begin your training here so that you will be able to defend yourself when you are sent back. Once you are there you will continue your training with Aragorn and myself. You will also gain knowledge from others you meet along the way. If you use this time wisely you will become the most powerful warrior in the world and a wiser ruler then even King Elessar," Gandalf tells her.
Lynn rubs her timple, trying to ease her headache as she takes in everything they're telling her. "Warrior? Ruler? Are you saying history is about to repeat itself?" She looks at Gandalf and his grave expression scares her. "I'm not Aragorn."
"No. But your heart is the same and you have his stubborness," Gandalf grins. "I must say that I am glad I was there. You two together was interesting to say the least."
"Ok, now you're just confusing me. I haven't even gone yet," she says and makes a face.
"For you no, you have yet to experience it but remember you are going into a past we have already lived," Glorfindel smiles.
Lynn thinks about what he said for a minute and then grins. "Oh. I didn't think about that."
Lynn looks down at her Elvish clothing and nervously adjusts the sword strapped to her waist. "Glorfindel, are you sure I'm ready? I mean I've only trained for two weeks," she questions. Now that the time has come for her to go she's not as sure of herself as she was two weeks before when she agreed to go.
Glorfindel smiles at her figeting as she adjusts her weapons yet again. "You will be fine and Gandalf is sending you to meet up with Aragorn. He will protect you," he reassures her.
"Unless he doesn't believe me," she grumbles. "Then who will protect me from him." She sighs and turns toward Gandalf when he enters the room.
"That is what this is for. No one is to see this except for Aragorn, Lord Elrond and myself. Do you understand?" Gandalf gives her a stern look and she nods. Lynn takes the sealed scroll and tucks it securely in her belt so that it is hidden under her cloak.
"Good. Now I'm sending you to a place just outside of Bree. Look for cover and wait for Aragorn. From there on you are in his charge. You must follow his orders or your life will be in danger. And do not forget to call him Strider until after the Council," Gandalf tells her.
"Okay." Lynn pulls the hood of her cloak over her head and takes a calming breath. "I'm ready."
Glorfindel steps forward and cups her face in his hands. "May the Valar protect you until we meet again, my friend. Be careful." He kisses her on the forehead and then lets her go. "And when we meet in the Trollshaws, please don't what I say personally. It was quite a painful experience."
Lynn shakes her head. "It still feels strange that you guys have already met me. I could have friendships with Elves that I haven't even met yet."
"And you do." Gandalf gives her a mischevous grin. "That's why Glorfindel is the only Elf you have met for now. But others are anxiously awaiting your return."
Lynn picks up her bag and slings it over her shoulder and grins. "See ya in about an hour."
Gandalf raises his staff and begins chanting a spell in one of the Elvish languages. Lynn takes a deep breath and closes her eyes when the room starts to spin. When she opens her eyes she's standing on a dirt road next to a forest.
She takes a deep breath of the clean air. "Well, no turning back now." Lynn looks around and adjusts her pack before making her way into the trees.
