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Summer Wind
Chapter 6
--3rd POV--
The next day, all those who were visiting now sat in a room, waiting for one of the lords to speak. After what happened the night before, King Thranduil decided to place Magdalena in another room in the east wing, posting some soldiers in front of her room. Elrohir did not leave Magdalena's side the whole night, afraid of the 'creature' will come back to get her. Though, he was needed at the council, and Elrohir did not wanted to go. But Lord Elrond finally got him to go.
Galadriel than stood up, looking at everyone. "Those of you who know of this new threat, knows the history behind it."
Thranduil, Elrond, Gandalf, and Glorfindel nodded sadly. Sighing, Galadriel prepared herself to tell the story but thought to show them instead. Whispering under her breath, Galadriel waved her right hand towards the middle. A thick white mist circled in a small ball, than it grew bigger, and bigger until the mist was big enough to see.
"Now see how this new threat became, and the history that depends on our future." Galadriel waved her right hand again, and a pictured formed.
--§--
--Vision--
A younger Galadriel walked down a hall next to a younger Elf who looks so much like Magdalena.
"The enemy has bred thousands of Orcs. He is ready to strike." Galadriel stopped walking and looked to the other Elf. "Many lives are going to perish, Elgalad."
Elgalad stared out in the far distant. Even from Lothlórien, black clouds circling on top of one mountain, as fire shot out of the top.
"Yes, I know. But I fear another, stronger shadow has been growing in my mind." Elgalad's voice is bell-like, yet distant.
"Lady Galadriel," Galadriel turned to a male Elf servant. "Lord Celeborn would like to speak with you."
Galadriel turned to Elgalad. "I'll be back sister."
And with that, Galadriel walked away, the male Elf still standing there, eying Elgalad. Once Galadriel was out of sight and hearing, the Elf walked behind Elgalad.
"Your time has come to pay for what your father did."
Elgalad's eyes widen. Before she could do anything, Elgalad gasped as pain shot through her body. Looking down, Elgalad saw the tip of a dagger covered in her blood. In one swift movement, the Elf pulled the dagger out. Elgalad fell to her knees, looking up as the Elf walked in front of her.
"Why?" She gasped out.
"Why?" The Elf's eyes blazed in anger. "Because of what your father did to me." He put the tip of the dagger on her neck. "I, Deachír, will destroy the FallingStar!" Deachír slit her throat.
--§--
A male Elf paced back and forth of a room. A baby wrapped in a bundle of cloths lays sound asleep in the middle of a bed.
"He betrayed me!"
"Of course." The Elf spun around to see Deachír. "You were the easiest to gain trust. You should know, Nenvîr, that I would kill the whole family line of FallingStar!" Deachír took out a dagger.
It was a pure black dagger the hilt had a dragon-like creature on it, it's mouth opened wide, showing it's teeth.
"This lovely dagger is the very same one that killed your lovely wife."
Nenvîr's eyes flared in anger. "You wont get away with this."
Deachír laughed, "oh, but I will." Deachír smirked, "and your daughter will pay also."
"Don't you dare touch my daughter!"
In blink of an eye, Deachír was in front of Nenvîr, the dagger in his heart. Deachír took out his dagger, and threw aside Nenvîr now dead body. He walked towards the bed, the dagger raised.
"You're the last one! My revenge will be complete with you dead!"
The doors than busted open, arrows whistling through the air. Deachír cried out, as an arrow pierced his left shoulder. He turned to see couple of guards, Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel.
"You will not touch my niece, Deachír."
Snarling, Deachír grabbed his cloak and turned, disappearing. "Your niece will soon die by my hands, Galadriel! You can count on that!"
Galadriel walked up to her niece and held her close to her as she cried.
"She is not safe here, Celeborn. Not until Deachír is dead."
Celeborn closed his eyes, thinking for a moment. Than he opened his eyes. "Do what you need to do, Galadriel. Until it is safe for Díenwen to return home."
Galadriel closed her eyes and muttered under her breath.
--§--
In a white modern room, doctors and nurses stood around a woman, who was giving birth, a man holding her hand.
"Push Elizabeth! One more. Push!" The doctor said, as the man squeezed Elizabeth's hand.
Elizabeth looked over to her right and saw a ghost like figure, which was Galadriel.
"Do not be alarm. I am here to ask a favor of you. Give birth to my niece, but to give one life, another must be taken."
Elizabeth looked to her husband, than back to Galadriel. "Take my life. My husband is the only one who can support my daughter."
Galadriel smiled. "Thank you. May whatever God bless you for what you have done."
"One more push, come on!"
Elizabeth gave her last push and laid back, her world becoming dark.
"No! Natalie! Don't leave me!" The man yelled.
--§--
"Elizabeth's husband than blamed Magdalena for his wife's death. Ever since she could walk, he has beaten Magdalena, sometimes to the point of death."
Elrohir, and Legolas gripped the arms on the seats.
"So her father was the one who had beat her when we found her." Legolas said, as he glanced at his father, than back to Galadriel.
"Yes, and the reason for her silence." Galadriel than smiled at Elrohir. "But I do believe she is speaking little now."
Elrohir blushed lightly. Legolas glanced at Elrohir, a flash of anger and jealousy passing his eyes.
"How could a father beat his own child?" Thranduil asked, shaking his head.
"What has the world of Men become too?" Elrond asked.
"Full of greed, anger, and lust."
Galadriel looked up to the entrance to see Magdalena standing there, a cloak around her.
--1st POV--
Everyone stood up immediately as soon as they saw me. I walked in further, shaking my head.
"Please sit down. I am fine."
"She says: Please sit down. She is fine." Galadriel told them.
"How long have you been standing there?" Galadriel asked, a bit concerned.
"Since King Thranduil asked how a father could beat his own child." I answered sadly. "So who was that thing that has controlled over my father and tired to kill me?"
"Your father?" Galadriel asked confused.
"Yeah, that 'thing' was my father but it wasn't him." I answered sadly.
Galadriel looked towards Gandalf. "Have you ever heard or seen a person controlled by someone else living inside them?"
"You mean like a spirit?" Gandalf asked a bit confused. Galadriel nodded her head. "No. I have not."
"Than could it possibly be that Deachír has gotten stronger these past centuries?" Galadriel asked, looking at Thranduil, Elrond, Gandalf, and Glorfindel in fear and worry.