A/N: Forgive my delay, my newest story took over for a while, however I did not wish to leave this forgotten. Thank you to all the readers. I hope this was worth the wait and you will take a moment to review. Both of us would be delighted to hear your thoughts.

Elvensong

Chapter 7: Redirecting Fate

'These woods may be even more perilous than the woods of the Lady, if that's possible.' Gimli thought as he wondered the paths of Mirkwood towards his home in the Lonely Mountain. This was very close to the same path that his father he walked down with the other Dwarfs and Bilbo the Hobbit. What an adventure that must have been, however he was having his own at the moment, and even more hung in the balance than a lost treasure and a dragon.

He knew he was heading northeast, the same way Legolas had been traveling, however being that this was his home he was sure his companion had reached his destination by now. The behavior still plagued Gimli's mind. They had finally come to understand each other, have respect for one another after the great trials in Moria.

Now, it was as if he no longer knew the elf he had traveled with and fought beside.

There was something more to his friend's actions than simply the fact that he was an elf and, in a Dwarf's opinion, annoying by nature. All these thoughts kept coming into his head and he replayed the last few days in his mind. The loss of the ring, the splitting of the Fellowship and the departure of Legolas into the woods leaving him alone.

All these thoughts distracted him from his dangerous surroundings.

A spider, noticing a nice little lunch, crept down from a tree above. There were fewer and fewer creatures in this forest these days and a cunning spider could not longer pick and choose its lunch.

Gimli halted, having heard a cracking sounds from somewhere in his surroundings. Quickly, he went over in his mind the stories his father, Gloin, had told him of these woods. The fear currently running through his brain was clouding his memory.

Suddenly, one thing did come rushing back, spiders, they were giant spiders in these woods!

Quickly, Gimli looked above his head just in time to see one of the spiders come swinging down at him.

Celeborn's eyes widened in shock. The One Ring of Power was on his wife's finger shining with a golden light against the power of the Ring of Power that had always been on her hand.

"My Love, what have you done?" His voice was soft and hallow as his lifted his unbelieving eyes into her bright ones. He did not see the comforting light he had always seen, but something new. Something he could not describe.

Smirking, she strode forward, "I merely completed what was always destined to be. I was always meant to be the Queen of all the Lands. Thus completes the fate of all Middle-Earth."

"Beloved, there is nothing save evil down this path that you are walking. Please do not venture further down it."

"There may be darkness for some, but for me there will be light. My mirror has shown me what will be, and I must say it excites me. All the world will bow at my feet."

Celeborn shook his head, "The world will not do so without a struggle. The end of all this is finally shown to us, do not take it away."

"I am not taking it away, my husband, but giving it a new objective." She froze him in place with her penetrating glare, "Even you, who has stood by me for countless years cannot understand."

"Understand what, my Love? The Ring will consume you. You will lose your identity, everything you are will be gone to darkness."

"You underestimate me, for I am the only one who can control the One Ring." She turned to leave.

Celeborn moved to stop her, "You are wrong, no one can control it, not even you, the Lady of Light, has that power."

Suddenly, he felt a coldness begin to overtake him, she placed her hand on his shoulder and from her touch the immobility grew stronger.

"You are weak, you have taken his lies to heart. You will not stop me. I'm sorry, this is only until you have seen the way."

Unable to move, his was consumed by the bitter and numbing feel that overtook his body.

When Galadriel left the room, Celeborn stood, a marble statue with an eerie life-like quality to it.

The physical blood may have left, but the mental image could not be removed. No matter how many times he washed his hands, their appearance never changed.

He killed his father, and there was no escape for Legolas now. He could never go back now. No matter what the future held for him, his father's blood would always stain his soul.

"I'm so sorry." He could only form a whisper, but he hoped that the fates could hear his plea.

Only a cool breeze was his reply.

"What do I do now?"

The mysterious voice in his mind was gone. Even it had forsaken him. Now he was truly alone.

"What can I do now?"

All the guilt in existence pressed down upon his soul and a tunnel of never ending darkness was his only path.

"I shall return to the Lady, for she is the only one who can hear my plea. She is the only one who can help me now."

Elrond of Rivendell stood in the front of his armies. They had finally entered the edges of the Golden Wood.

They did not know what to expect, but with the silence born to their race, they proceeded with all stealth.

As if appearing out of thin air, a figure stood before him.

"Lord Elrond, what brings you to these woods?"

Behind the Elf stood more of his kindred, armed and prepared to strike. Elrond knew that many more would be in the great trees above them.

Not knowing what would come of this meeting, The Lord of Rivendell bowed in respect and greeting.

"Haldir."