Summer Wind
Chapter 10
–3rd POV--
Galadriel paced in the throne room, and that was very rare to see for she was usually calm about things.
"If I ever see Deachir once more, I would make him go insane slowly." Galadriel said softly, yet deadly.
"Calm yourself, Galadriel. The men went to retrieve Magdalena back." Arwen said, guiding her grandmother to sit down.
"Magdalena will be returned." Thranduil said from his seat on his throne. "My soon took his best warriors with him. They WILL bring Magdalena back." Thranduil slammed his fist on to the armchair.
"Magdalena's father is not real." Elrond said suddenly.
Everyone turned to look at him.
"No matter how much power Deachir has gotten over these past centuries, there could be no possible of ever bringing a man to this world."
"Not, unless of course, something happened that also brought a man to this world." Galadriel said slowly.
Arwen looked up to her father, remembering the words he spoken only a few days past.
"Like the fear Magdalena has over her father."
The three Elven lords looked at each other shocked and surprise. Galadriel stood up and walked out of the throne room. Arwen made to stand, but Elrond stopped her.
"Leave her, she has business to tend."
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Galadriel walked down a path in the garden, surrounded by many colors of different of rare and familiar plants. Walking under an archway of ivy intertwining together. Turning the left, Galadriel walked towards a birdbath, putting her right hand over the water.
As she talks in elvish, a mist starts to from on top of the water.
"Sleep a while, and dream for what seemed like hours. Let your spirit guide you with another of what your heart desires. To see what is most important now in your life, for your future to come in place." Galadriel's voice echoed into the darkness of the night. Holding a mystical power within.
-§--
–1st POV--
My head hurt. That's all I could think about. The damn throbbing pain on the side of my head wouldn't leave. After a few seconds, I felt myself moving, or rather, someone moving underneath me. I carefully open my eyes to slits and saw black feet and the ground illuminated by a blue color-like, probably the moon. But guessing on the way the light was coming from, I've been out cold for a few hours. Though, I could tell we weren't in the land of Mirkwood anymore, because I've been around the outside borders and could tell just how a forest floor should look like. And the ground beneath does not look like a forest ground.
I quickly closed my eyes as the creature that was holding my suddenly stop, along with the other thundering sound of running feet.
"They are following us, and they're not too far behind!" I'm guessing the leader, said. "We have to shake them off our track! Lord Deachir would have our heads if they find out our Lord's castle!"
The creatures started moving again. As the creature that was holding me shifted me into a more comfortable position on his shoulder, I felt the cold metal of my twin dagger's sheathe on my thighs, as well as the hilts. I guess the creatures were pretty stupid to not look fo any weapons on me. Though, I wasn't stupid either. I don't know how many of those creatures were there, so I ain't going to be hero and start fighting them. So, I just kept still, trying to stay calm.
I was already missing Elrohir, I wish I listened to him and just ran back inside. I felt a few tears escape through my closed eyelids. I hope someone would find me quick, I don't want to face who ever I was suppose to face.
-§--
–Other side of Caradhruas–
For the past three days, Magdalena has been thrown on the ground, and from shoulder to shoulder of different Uruk-hai's. She was also beaten when she refused to speak or served them n any way. Magdalena's hair has been out of place, her emerald dress has been dirtied with dirt, and torn in various of places. Magdalena now sat still against a tree, as the Uruk-hai's talked or ate around a fire. Magdalena drifted off into a slumber, a dream that will confuse and scare Magdalena.
-§--
–Dream–
Magdalena opened her eyes to see the halls of the palace of Mirkwood. Looking around, Magdalena felt a hand pressed against her lower back, and quickly turned around, fear raising inside her, yet relief at the same time. Once she saw the face the one person she felt safe with, Magdalena relaxed and smiled.
"Elrohir." She whispered.
"Follow me." Elrohir took her hand in his and started to led her down the hall.
Not too long, Elrohir and Magdalena entered the same garden as Galadriel did. Looking up to Elrohir, Magdalena silently questioned him. He simply smile, and nod his goodbye, turning away. Turning back around, Magdalena begin to walk forward, wondering why Elrohir brought her here or left her by herself. As Magdalena passed under an archway of ivy, she looked to her right, Magdalena saw nothing but plants and a wall-covered ivy. Looking over to the left, she saw Galadriel dressed all in white and glowing.
She was behind a birdbath, smiling at Magdalena.
'Do not be afraid, little one. I only want to share with you what you need to know.'
Magdalena shivered at the coldness inside her head. Walking towards the Lady, Magdalena stared to the water, the reflection of the dark sky above. Looking up to Galadriel, Magdalena stopped in front of the birdbath.
"You, little one, are here to find answers you seek. But also to find what destiny has been chosen for you of your coming, as will as your past." Galadriel swiftly, and gracefully, moved her left hand above the water to the right and back again.
A mist formed above the water, making Magdalena gasp in surprise. Taking a step forward, Magdalena looked up to Galadriel in puzzlement. Galadriel stretched out her right hand, indicating Magdalena to looked into the water. Pushing down her nerves, Magdalena looked down to the mist, only to see it part and show nothing but blackness in the water. In matter of seconds, a picture formed.
It showed what Galadriel had shown everyone the day of her sisters death. Once that was done, blackness took over, but not until another picture came up. This time, it was Elrohir holding a girl with mid brown hair, and grey eyes. The girl laughed, as Elrohir swung her up in the air. Magdalena tired to look away but couldn't. She felt the tears at the brim of her eyes. Elrohir then rocked side to side, singing softly to the girl. Once she was asleep, Elrohir laid her down on the bed, putting the covers to her chin. Kissing her brow, Elrohir left the room.
He walked down the hall, eight doors away, and opened another. Elrohir quietly closed he door, and walked forward, smiling at the back of a figure, who stood out in the balcony. Magdalena figured it was a woman, as the curves of her body were perfect in every place. Elrohir put his arms around her waist, making the woman jump. She quickly turned around, fear forming in her eyes, but was quickly replaced with relief and a smile.
Magdalena held back a gasp as she saw the woman's face. It was no other than herself. Elrohir leaned in to kiss her, the picture quickly gone in matter of seconds. It was replaced with the reflection of the stars above.
Magdalena stumbled back, looking at the water. "What the hell was that?" Her voice quivered.
"It showed your past, who you really are. As well as your future once this is all over." Galadriel said softly.
Magdalena shook her head. "I'm dreaming. It's nothing but a damn dream that I will wake up in any second."
"It may be a dream, Dinenwen, but what I have showed you is truly real."
Before Magdalena could say anything else, she was suddenly jerked awake.
–End of dream–
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A Uruk-hai kicked Magdalena awake.
"Wake up, mortal bitch." The Uruk-hai turned to a companion of his next to him. "Pick her up."