Thank you to my brand new reviewer. (tear) I may have lost the other two that were reviewing but I am happy to have another to read my story. It means a lot, thank you. And to those that do read and not review. ( shame on you ) Just kidding, I am glad your reading it and I hope the English is not that bad. I'm not much of a writer I'll be the first to admit that. I'm a different kind of artist, like with paints, clay, and what ever I can get my hands on. Let's just say I'm better at drawing the characters than I am writing about them. Any way on with the story and as everyone knows I don't own anything J.R.R.T. Wish I did but hay I don't. oh and by the way I understand this may be to early for Gandalf to show but I want him here now at this time so forgive me if it does not fit in the time line. Oh and case anyone wants to know Allyon is pronounced (Allie-on).

Chapter#10

Missing pieces.

The wind gentle caressed the two lovers, embracing them both with a flower scented breeze while under a blanket of star light. Gilgalads heart raced like the water beneath their feet, he couldn't believe this was happening, the taste of her lips, the sensation of their tongues as they danced around each other. It was more than he could have ever prayed for, but why then was something nagging at him. He gentle pulled away and leaned his head against hers with his eyes closed. He paused to catch his breath and he could tell by her breathing that she was doing the same. He took this moment to search his mind to why this nagging feeling wouldn't leave him alone and then, with sudden clarity, he understood. Guilt, it was guilt he was feeling. It was obvious she had lost something very dear to her, no one suffers that much with out loosing something or someone very dear to them and here he was moving in on a heart that was no where near healed. What a clumsy thief I turned out to be.

At that moment he backed away putting some comfortable distance between them, opening his eyes he looked away.

Confused by the sudden void between them she spoke in a gentle whisper. "My Lord is something wrong?"

Gilgalad paused, took a deep breath then looked back at her. Making his face as neutral as possible (the one he would use when negotiating with leaders of other kingdoms) he looked her in the eye. He needed her to believe him even if his heart was screaming at him not to.

"Yes My lady something is very wrong. I shouldn't have done that. I don't know what over came me and I beg for your forgiveness. I can only hope that you will someday forgive me for I have acted very… foolishly."

Confused and very shocked at his sudden change in attitude all she could do was stare. Did she imagine the lust in his eyes, the love in his kiss, the way he spoke to her as if they were old souls finally meeting each other…Or was it just her imagination, her wishful thinking, after all she had been through did she just fall for the first elf she saw to forget her pain? Her heart was screaming to her that it was the 'two old souls' but her defenses rose up yet again and she accepted that it was just a lustful fling kind of thing. But why then was HE pulling away? And why was he apologizing, she was the one that initiated the kiss in the first place? Because you idiot he has better morals than you. Completely embarrassed and a little angry, she looked out over Rivendell and with a sigh she turned and stood waiting for him to do the same, when he did she looked at him with the same neutrality as he did her.

"I see, well then my lord I think it best we both retire for the night seeing as how we have a rather important day tomorrow and you must leave to defend your boarders soon there after."

He was about to say something but by the time he got up the courage she had already walked off before he could even stand up.

He had hurt her, after all she has been through all he did was add to the pain. He looked back out over Rivendell, sighed and walked away in the opposite direction. The beauty Rivendell would offer him no comfort this night.

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*The next morning at the council*

Many were seated in a circle, there were of course many elves, some humans and short men with long beards and rough voices. Dwarves, under land dwellers, she had been told before the meeting. How anyone could live without the sun and green growing things was beyond her comprehension. Looking around she could see many whispering to each other and looking at her, which annoyed her to no end. If they have something to say then they had damn well better say it to her face.

Elrond stood and everyone stopped talking giving the 'Lord of Rivendell' their full attention.

"Friends of old you have been summoned her today to address the lingering threat of an old enemy and the arrival of a new guest." With that Elrond, for Tannari's sake explained about Sauron and how he came back into power after the fall of Numenor. Including the many battles that fallowed, the current threat, and how the coming of Tannari could not be a coincidence. Turning to Tannari he gave her an encouraging smile.

"Lady Tannari would you stand and share about how you came to be with us?" With that he sat down in his chair.

Slowly Tannari stood and looking at Elrond. "No."

There were shocked murmurs all around her.

Confused Elrond stood. "I'm sorry… What?"

"You miss understand me my lord what you ask for can not simply be explained in words." Collecting herself she made her way to the center of the circle. Still a little afraid to show them more of her power but understanding that it was needed and should they try and hurt her she was at nearly full power now, more than a match for many here. Some thing however told her not to think so lightly of the one with the gray beard and long wooden staff that sat quietly across from Elrond. He had a kind look in his eyes so she felt no threat. Exhaling softly she began to whisper a chant, although it was only a whisper the wind seemed to carry it and make it echo.

Everyone there felt themselves being filled with trust and comfort and a soft voice repeating in their heads 'not to be afraid'.

In an instant all were transported to a beautiful island with many wonderful flowers, birds and waterfalls. The feeling of love, power, and a strange connection was felt by all. In was in that moment they realized that they were not in another place but rather in her memory, all turned and stared in aw at her. Smiling she spoke with out a voice and gestured to the land before them.

"My peoples home was called Allyon. Long ago my people and many surrounding the island sought a better life. A life were we could feel connected to the world around us instead of only a visitor. It took many millennia for the people of the island to reach that point of higher consciousness and when they did they brought there teaching to the surrounding kingdoms. So proud were the High Ones on how far we had come that they granted many immortality and a power that let our minds talk with the earth. We were not the only thing blessed, the land in which many connected with was Allyon and so most of the power lay there in. Both male and females lived equally, happily side by side. …But like with all things that was not to last."

The scenery changed to one of a battle and the men being banished away from Allyon, and many women on the shores sad or angry either at themselves or the men.

"It all started with the father of my most current enemy. His name was Draca and it was his jealously and greed that divided many of us. It was by my mother and the High Ones decree that he and his follower's be sent away. Many of those sent away were men but only a few had been high priestess, to the main island until the day came when they were worthy enough to return. Which is why females now dominate the island.

Draca had died of old age for once banish from the grace of the High Ones he lost his immortality and his power both within himself and the power to talk to the earth, for the earth would hear his calls no more. You see everyone one of the blessed had immortality and the ability to talk to the earth but only a few had anything beyond that and Draca had lost it all.

The men, although many still had long life, died. Only a few centuries later had earned the right to returned to the island.

After that day with the collected powers of the blessed they did a spell to protect themselves from outsiders. To an outsider the island seemed to be covered in mist and anyone other than a priest or priestess could not land on the island, for they would wonder aimlessly and never be able so see through the mist all though to the Allyon they could never see the mist, only the traveler being guided by the mist in circles by the mist until they gave up and turned back."

The vision changed again. Now there was a beautiful castle made mainly of purple crystal and white stone.

"Peace was back in Allyon for many centuries. Until the day came when a festering wound from the daughter of Draca had taken hold of a once pure heart and made it black. You see although his physical power was no more the power of ones tongue can sometimes do just as much damage and the seed of hatred had been planted in her heart. When her father was banished she was watched to see if she too saw things as he did. Sadly she was not watched to closely for you see her elder sister was my mothers most trusted and loyal advisors, her name was Livia. Livia had fought fiercely by my mothers side during the first war against her own father and her loyalty was clearly seen by all, so many did not question the loyalty of her younger sister."

She paused remembering those sad days and the weight of it all was over whelming but she needed to continue. Taking in a shaky breath she focused on the story once again, and as she told the story the images were poring out for all to see.

"It broke both of their hearts. Livia had been the only one at that time old enough to fight and although it pained her, Livia knew that what her father was doing was wrong and Livia's first loyalty was to the light, the powers of good and love. She was the fiercest warrior, the funniest person, and one of the wisest people I've ..ever.. had .the… privilege of knowing….." She stopped telling the story, it was getting more and more difficult to tell, the pain of it all was still to fresh and she was about to go into what had happened during her reign as queen. Her breath was coming in short gasps, she felt like the world around her was fading fast until a hand gently rested on her shoulder. When she looked up with tear filled eyes they looked into the kindest grayish blue ones that were hidden behind white bushy eye brows. He smiled or at least she thinks he did, she could barley see the kind smile behind his gray beard. When he touched her, she felt kindness and understanding flow from him in waves. Somewhere she found the strength to collect herself but not before he spoke but before she could begin again he spoke in a gentle voice.

"You have shown us much, you need not continue." His voice was as kind as his eyes were and she desperately wanted to stop but they needed to know and she needed to let it out and be rid of it.

Everyone looked at her patiently waiting even the dwarves waited in silence.

"No. This must be done. If I don't do it now I may never and this story must be known. You see I'm am no longer in Allyon and I do not know if I still hold all of the High Ones grace. I still have much of my power, yes but I wonder if being away from Allyon will begin to diminish them and then there's the issue about my immortality. Will I begin to age like a mortal? Besides I'm not sure I would want that immortality after what I allowed to happen…I don't deserve it. But regardless of what I feel the story of my people must go on even if I don't, it must be known."

The man in the gray beard just nodded and gave his an understanding squeeze on the shoulder. "As you wish." With that he remove his hand and let her continue.

Turning back to the image of Allyon it became clearer and she started were she left off.

"My mother died during that war, I was only 10 turns of the seasons old." The image of a little girl watching a body burning on top of a pyre flashed before them. The little girl was clutching a small seed to her chest as tears rolled down her face. She was wearing a simple shimmering sky blue dress that at the top ran under one arm and connected at the top of the other with one sleeve lightly draping over one arm . On the bare arm was a band made of gold with a symbol of a single star made from sapphire and a dove made of silver over it, dangling from the band was two golden strings with beads of emeralds at the end. The little girls hair was chest nut brown with golden high lights (not like the white haired person who was showing this to them now), her hair had been swept back and weaved into a small crown made of gold with sliver wrapped like ivy around it.

Next they saw a woman walk up in what they guessed was ceremonial armor. The woman had on a tight outer leather tunic that hung in panels in the front and back. A golden chest plat cover her breast and stomach matching the plaits on her shins. Her leggings were forest green and her leather boots were a shade darker that went up to her knee's were two strange knives were hidden in each. She had a belt strapped to her hip and in the holster was a small stick of metal that shimmered with blues and greens. Also strapped to her back was a well crafted sword. This strange woman stood next to the girl and pulled her close. The child turned and wept into her stomach as the lady looked on with sad eyes at the fire. Her short white hair draped lightly over her breast as the wind tried to whip it around she kneeled in front of the child.

"I give you the same oath I gave your mother, little one. I will always fight for a good ruler of Allyon the protector of light and guardian of the earth…You are queen now little one and I will be there when ever you need me." With that she and the child hugged each other. A tear rolled down the woman's face but she quickly wiped it away before pulling away from the child. The child needed her to be strong now.

As the scene continued they watched as everyone there waited until the fire was nothing but ashes and when the ground was cool the little girl walked to the center of it, digging in the ash until she reaches the ground she planted the seed and held her hands over it. You see one of her other gifts was that of a tree shaper but she was still young and her abilities raw.

The wind picked up and everyone gasped (the onlookers from the council) as a small plant began to sprout then stopped. The child cried as the woman walked over.

"What is it your highness?"

The child looked up with a tear stained face. "I can't make it grow any more priestess Livia."

Livia gave the child a hug as she kissed the top of her head. "It's just Livia honey, just call me Livia if you want." Letting the child go she moved so that her hands were over the child's. "Let's do it together then. But soon child you will not need my help." Livia's abilities were not that of a tress shaper but she could pour her power into the child's and guide her. With a smile both closed their eyes and the plant grew and grew, all could see that it was beginning to look like an ivory tree. It kept on growing until it was as tall as a house and began to bare golden fruit. Livia removes her hands reached up and grabbed a pieces of fruit, splitting it open she removed a seed and placed it in the child's hand.

Livia then stood again and looking to the others she spoke. "With death comes rebirth and mistakes comes lessons and growth. We must not dwell on that which we can not change, we can only grow from it . Let this tree serve as a reminder." With that she bent down and picked up the now weary child and watched as the child put the seed in a small locket from around her neck and carried her back to the castle.

All looked back at her but it was Gilgalad that noticed she still wore the locket, how had had missed it before was beyond him.

Scenes flashed before them again but this time they were of Tannari growing up, training with all kinds of strange weapons they had never seen before. Then next one she would be a little older and be studying magic or something else. She was growing into a beautiful woman now and her skills were surpassing even that of her teachers.

The next image was of a festival with many dancing and laughing. All seemed relaxed and very happy. Everyone looked at her not knowing why she lingered on this image. Looking at them she gave a sad smile.

"This is a festival we hold once a year during the blue moon." She pointed to the very blue, very large moon in the night sky. "It is when we have no powers for one night." She then looked to the ocean and all saw many boats quietly making it to shore. " We had thought ourselves protected by the mist so none worried. The guards that were posted on the borders had been poisoned by one of our own and our enemies whom we had been trying to make peace with were now on our shores, their minds poisoned by Raven the daughter of Draca and sister to Livia."

What they saw next froze their blood. Many slathered bodies littered the ground left and right in the cruelest way imaginable, other raped or ripped apart. The number of the enemy was to great and the greatest warriors were over taken. In one image they saw Tannari fighting her own people as they tried to pull her away from the battle yelling at her that she must flee, she of course refused to leave her people until they saw Livia run to her say something in her ear that made Tannari's eyes tear up and watched as she ran to a hidden glen were a stone circle stood.

And With that the image ended and everyone was back at the council again.

"And that is how I came to be here." When she tried to take a step back to her seat she nearly collapsed. It was the bearded man that caught her and sat her down in her seat. She smiled at him in gratitude. I guess I was wrong about my powers being back to what they use to.

All were quiet for the longest time until Lord Elrond stood again and made his way back to the center. "It is getting late and we have much to ponder, I suggest we end this for tonight and return in the morning to finish." Elrond then turned to Gilgalad. " I know you must leave soon but perhaps your travels can be postponed one more day?" Gilgalad nodded in agreement, one more day shouldn't be to much of a problem and this was very important. He had much to think about tonight, more than he thought possible. The others nodded their heads in agreement about waiting to finish until the next day as well for it had gotten late and the sun was starting to set, then there was the fact that none had eaten.

With that everyone began to leave and the bearded man walked up to Tannari with Elrond. "Lady Tannari this is Gandalf the gray a wizard of Isengard. May we escort you to your room?"

Tannari looked at him and smiled. So there are some here too. "I would be honored my lord ." Tannari then stood on shaky legs and took the arms of both gentlemen and walked to her room as sad understanding eyes fallowed her.

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A/N: Well that's that what do you think? Please review, your input is greatly needed.