Next Day . . .

"Maddy! Wake up! Wake up!" Marcy exclaimed excitedly as she jumped up and down on their bed.

"Marcy!" Madison grumbled from the sea of covers she had buried herself in. Finally peeking over the covers she noticed it was not yet light outside. "Umm, Marcy. Go back to bed!"

"If you don't get up, I'm gonna drag your toes first!" Marcy mocked angrily as she tugged on the covers. With a silent giggle she ran her cold hands under the covers Madison was buried under.

"Marcy!" Madison shrieked when she felt Marcy's cold intruding fingers. "Okay! Okay! You win. I'm up," she wined in defeat. Sitting up, Madison glared at Marcy. "I thought we were leaving at dawn," she yawned as she stretched.

"Well, according to the pointy ears it is dawn," Marcy exclaimed as she lunged off the bed to finish dressing. "These my dear are yours, courtesy of Miss Arwen," she replied in a horrible accent.

Madison just rolled her eyes at her pitiful friends attempt, but she winced at the sound of Arwen's name.

"When you get done primping, meet us out in front," Marcy la la'd as she danced her way out of the room.

Looking at the clothes she was provided, she took a long and loud breath. Come on slugger, cheer up, she thought grimly to herself. Once she was dressed , she walked over to the dressing mirror. Not too bad, she smiled slightly impressed with herself. She wore a light, feathery, long sleeve shirt that was surprisingly warm. The material for the pants was indescribable. It was like soft leather that felt like silk... "Aaahhh!" Madison hollered when she spotted Arwen's reflection.

"My apologies. I did not mean too startle you," Arwen replied cooly as she approached Madison.

"That's okay. I jusss...t...ummm...I didn't see you is all until," Madison stammered trying to catch her racing heart. She couldn't decide if her heart was racing from being startled, or because of what happen last night. Cool it, she tried to soothe herself. It's not like she was there or anything. Looking back at the mirror, Madison began fidgeting with her hair. "Ummm, Arwen you wouldn't have anything I could use for her hair...I mean my hair," Madison fumbled.

"Here,"Arwen replied. Madison noticed she wouldn't meet her gaze as she handed her a barrette.

"Thanks. Is ummm....everything okay?" Madison asked wrinkling her eyebrows.

"Stay away from him," Arwen commanded softly now glaring at Madison.

Madison wanted to hide or cower, but she found herself asking the most dumbest thing she could ask at this moment, "Away from who?"

"We are meant for one another. This is our time...our story. You don't belong," Arwen continued to speak softly, but all the melody that once graced her voice was gone. Her voice was now like cold steel, slicing Madison to her inner core. Arwen opened her mouth to speak again, but she was cut off by another voice.

"Madison," Elrond beckoned to her, but his eyes rested on his daughter, Arwen, who was now crying as she stared at Madison. "There waiting for you. Go."

At the sound of his words, Madison bowed and left.

"Father," Arwen cried in desperation when Madison had left, and they were alone. When her father's gaze was unyielding, she crumpled to the floor and cowered like a child.

Last night she had decided to follow Aragorn after he bidded her goodnight in the garden. She saw him with her. She saw him hold her. She saw them kiss. Then it happened. Her father's gift took over her sight.

Arwen closed her eyes as she remembered the horrific future that was to come.

"Arwen," Elrond called gently. He had seen the vision she had seen. He knew the source of her pain, but it was nothing they could do. It was no way... "You can not stop this. Once the fellowship enters the dark place where the ancient beast slumbers, no one can save them...no one can protect them. He will love her, she will love him, and from their love chaos will be born. Not even Gandalf will see this coming," Elrond spoke gently as knelt down and embraced his daughter.

"Why? Madison...why?" Arwen cried violently.

Elrond placed his chin gently on top of Arwen's head and whispered, "Because she will have no choice."