Light For All To See

by Empress Blade

Part 3

The morning passed and the now big company of six were now walking on the outskirts of Bree. Silvermane was the only one left in the stables after the Nazgul attack. Many of the people who stayed in the Inn wanted to have their money back and blamed Barlimann for the poor stabling. Serena felt happy yet worried that Silvermane was okay and harmed without a scratch.

Before that, Sam had found Bill Ferny; an old geezer with greedy eyes and a sallow face, who had one pony. Sam decidedly named him Bill and paid for the allotted money that Bill wanted. When they came near a small, dark house; Bill called out to them.

"Well I see you finally got some friends Strider. Tis a pity that a group of travellers like yourselves must be accompanied by a nose-in-the-naught companion. Better be careful with my pony Sammie, tis a good one and shouldn't be harmed!" his voice was high pitched and scratchy. Serena hated him from the start.

"Oh be quiet you old fool!" Sam snapped and withdrew an apple from a packet off Bill's side before throwing it at the misreable man. Bill ducked to late and got hit square on the head. Sam shook his head and turned to Merry who walked a little beside him.

"Tis a waste of an apple if I do say so." he said.

"Yes, I agree." Merry laughed before going faster to catch up with Pippin and Frodo. Serena, Luna, Strider and Silvermane led from behind.

For seven days, the small group travelled unhindered yet all very much alert. Frodo felt safe with Strider nearby and the ranger seemed to do a lot of good for Serena, whom kept close to his side. Through the days, he told many tales. One of Serena's favorite was that of Tinuviel.

The leaves were long, the grass was green,

The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,

And in the glade a light was seen

Of stars in shadow shimmering,

Tinueviel was dancing there

To music of a pipe unseen,

and light of stars was in her hair,

And in her rainment glimmering.

There Beren came from mountains cold,

And lost he wandered under leaves,

And where the Elven-rider rolled

He walked alone and sorrowing.

He peered between the hemlock-leaves

And saw in wonder flowers of gold

Upon her mantle and her sleeves,

And her hair like shadow following.

Enchantment healed his weary feet

That over hills were doomed to roam;

And forth he hastened, strong and fleet,

And grasped at moonbeams glistening.

Through woven woods in Elvenhome

She lightly fled on dancing feet,

And left him lonely still to roam

In the silent forest listening. (-excerpt from Fellowship of the Rings)

Serena knew much more of the tale he told and sung it often. She often wondered, along with the Hobbits of how old Strider was. Luna and Silvermane had a feeling he was older than he let on yet in looks, he seemed like that of a man in his early thirties. It was on the seventh day that they had reached the old ruins of Amon Sul. It was there, they made their way to the lowest and mostly sheltered dell. The company rested for a while except for Strider. He looked solemnly at the small group, especially Mr. 'Underhill' whom he was now sure was really Frodo Baggins, ring-bearer. Shifting his glance he looked at the girl with them and two of the most strangest animals.

Serena was very small with long golden-blonde hair and eyes as blue as a blue sky. She surprised him with her integrity and innocence. She bore two objects that seemed of great worth for her. A staff and a sword with a brilliant scabbard. On the scabbard he now noticed were Elven words.

Aina Nimithil, Feaniaur.

Hililuve, Meneloth

Manran

He thought that the words sounded like a prophecy of some sort. Strider turned the words of the scabbard inside his head to grip their meaning.

Holy White Light, Spirit Old.

Follow the whole, Heaven's Flower

Blessed Moon

'Tis strange that one should bear a scabbard such as this.' he thought silently. Still thinking of these new revelations he stared at the black cat and silver horse. Both had a crescent mark on their foreheads as if by fate and seemed to understand every word spoken. He stared out into the inky darkness which seemed to gather around the camp and felt very uneasy. 'Something is foul in the air.' he thought and got up. Looking at the small company one last time before he left to look around. He walked through boulders and such until he found a place where Elvish runes were scratched. There was the Elvish rune for a G and it seemed to have been scratched hence three or five days before. 'Gandalf.' the ranger thought. 'He was here. Scarce five days past. Something has happened! He must be warning us of danger!'

Serena was in a dream filled with strangeness. Monsters, people and flashes of energy and magic blinked before her in a neverending puzzle. She knew each of these images were of battles she had fought and through her dreams she began to transform. Soft light filtered around her aging her to a stature of an angel and in her mind the wisdom of ages.

Ever on my light will shine

For the love all I know

Ever on the Watcher sees

For the time to come for me

Ever on Arda will be safe

For I will open the gate

Ever on the light will shine

Forever in the darkest time

None will question Arda's fate

For I will judge the outcomes

Ever on my light be shone

Ever on, ever on, ever on

Serena had evolved through her dreams and became Nimithil, the White Light of Arda. Defender, Protector and Ultimate Power against evil. The light dimmed a little and Serena stayed the same way she had transformed. Aging from a fourteen-year-old human girl who could eat like a hobbit, sing like the elves and laugh like the fleeting light of the sun to that of an ageless enity with a body matured and a love unqeuestioned. Serena had become Nimithil, Princess of Love and Justice, the Ulitimate Power against the darkness.

* * * * *

It was around this point Sam, Merry and Pippin woke up feeling hungry. Merry and Pippin decided to eat supper, so they made a small fire withe bits of wood and cooked eggs, bacon and some toast. " 'Ere you are Merry." Pippin said handing Merry some bacon.

"Thanks Pip." Merry replied before digging into the food hungrily.

"I wonder where Strider is." Sam questioned thoughtfully.

"Oh, he's probably hunting for food. He'll be back don't you worry." Pippin said with food in his mouth so his words sounded like; "Ugh, eesh pobalwy untig or ood."

"What was that Pip?" Merry asked as Pippin gulped.

"He's probably hunting for food. I dare say Rangers do that sort of thing."

"Eh. Have some more Sam!" Merry glanced at his friend's wooden bowl.

"Thanks Merry. Tis a good supper, too bad we don't have enough tooey for our pipes. I'm clear run out." Sam said. As the three talked and such Frodo awoke from a restless sleep. It was then he saw the light and felt fear gnaw at his insides.

'No!' Frodo thought anxiously and got up.

"Oi! Master Frodo! Care to have some supper?" Sam called. Frodo began to breathe heavily before he saw the shadows below the dell move. He glanced at the fire made by his friends before running up and stamping the fire with his hard feet.

"Put it out you fools!" He exclaimed waking Serena from rest.

"W-waaaaarh." yawned the blonde haired girl. "What's going on?" The Hobbits stared at her as if she grew an extra head for a moment before they heard it. The screams of the;

"NAZGUL! Run!" Frodo yelled and they ran up the ruins stairs.

Serena felt cold and terrified as the Dark Lord's servants made their way towards them. The Nazgul were coming closer and she felt that they sensed her energy and the Ring. Unsheathing her sword Manran, for that is what she named it, and taking hold of the Star Staff she stood in a circle with her uncles all ways to see where the Nazgul would appear.

'Blessed Moon.' she thought and gasped when five hooded figures came from the darkness. As her uncles crowded around her the most, the Nazgul attacked. Sam was flung out of the way while both Pippin and Merry were smashed against each other. Frodo fell back against her and she noticed even through her terror as the both backed up against a wall, that Frodo was taking out the Ring. Serena wrapped her arm around her uncle to hide the ring and put Manran against the in coming sword. The Nazgul drew back but didn't seem to withdraw. Serena knew she had to do something but the most horrible thing happened. One of the Nazgul stabbed her Uncle at the side whilst another stabbed her through her shoulder.

"NO!" she screamed and screamed in pain she did as a grey mist covered her eyes. The Star Staff glowed with a yellow-greenish-red fire and if Strider had not come, the powers of Uranus, Jupiter and Mars would have erupted! Serena began to feel darkness surround her and she didn't notice of being picked up by Strider hurrying into a wood. Neither did Frodo whom was being picked up by Sam and Merry. Pippin had gone to grab their things Silvermane and Luna had already sensed their mistress' need. Into the forest did they go before stopping near their Princess and seemed to guard over her like they needed to.

"Look after them Merry and Pippin. Sam, come here." said the ranger. Luna's ears pricked at the ranger's words.

"Do you know of the athelas flower?" he asked.

"Athelas?" Sam said puzzledly.

"Kingsfoil."

"Oh but Strider, tis a weed!"

"There's not much time. Hurry, we must look for it as quickly as we can."

"Right then Strider." Both Sam and Strider searched the area. Luna jumped up and quietly followed the ranger feeling the need to help as much as she could. 'Good thing he knows that both Silvermane and I do not speak. It would be the end of us if he learned.' Luna thought. 'But somehow I feel a strong magic around him.'

For more than a few moments, Sam and Strider finally found the plant. Opening both Frodo's and Serena's torn clothing where they were pierced; Strider dampened the athelas with some water from his pack. Frodo screamed in agony whilst Serena began to glow. The Star Staff began to lighten to a blue and orange colour. It may have been a passing wind or such but Strider and the Hobbits heard the most beautiful song. Magically the athelas plant seemed to draw out a fleeting darkness with the magical guide. The plant drew out a foul smell and a hint of metal shown before dissolving in the light. Frodo seemed to be having the same effect however the ring began to glow a black fire and wrapped itself around Frodo. Small though the Hobbit was, he screamed. The blue and orange light fought the blackness which seemed to give it enough time to draw out as much of the darkness from the young Hobbit. Serena it seemed to be healed with only a minimal scratch left to show any signs of being hurt whilst Frodo still had a gash not really healed but clean.

'Tis magic.' thought Strider. 'Magic that will work better if we can make haste to Rivendell!'

"Come you three we must take them to Rivendell and in haste!" Strider said. "We will have to go on the road for these hills are not safe at night. Make haste!" Silvermane bended and took charge of carrying Serena and Luna on her back. Sam placed Frodo on the back of Thalion, Serena had named the scrawny pony that. Merry and Pippin took the travel things upon themselves whilst Sam and Strider led the way.

Whilst they travelled they came near a hill with a dell that seemed to be a "Troll's home!" Sam declared. On and on they went and Frodo had been almost healed and awake. Serena however was not as fortunate. She was very pale and the glow did not leave her but stayed like a protective shield.

"Strider, how many Nazgul were there? I only remembered four who towered over Serena and I." he asked as he walked beside his friend.

"There were five I fought against. The other four, I dare not guess but we must hurry for they may catch up with us yet." Strider answered and looked sadly at the golden haired girl.

"Why must she suffer so? And she is only an innocent in this war." Frodo whispered. Strider looked at the Hobbit with a sadness and fondness.

"Many are the innocent in this battle against Sauron. Both of you are two of the unlucky ones for you both have been pierced by the Enemy's sword."

"Yes I understand Strider. I've known her since she was four. She is too great of a treasure to die. If I did not have this burden, she would remain in the Shire where evil would not dwell." The both of them became quiet and thought of each their own burdens. One who could be a King over a lost people whilst the other would be the ring-bearer until his time came to go.

Whilst they travelled, Frodo remembered the song he heard in his dreams.

Fire, water, earth and wind

Thunder, snow, gold and time

Death and destruction

Life and light

Nine are the White Knights of Middle-earth

Long since forgotten

When the Light is threatened will their souls appear

And protect the Princess dear

For the Moon's heir has been drawn out from the Shire

To save the world her father created

And to walk amongst his creations

Nine are their spirits bold and long will they follow

Protecting the King of Kings and Queen of Queens

Whilst peace will rein from the Seeds of Death and Life

Fire, water, earth and wind

Thunder, snow, love and time

Death and destruction

Life and light

Nine they are and nine they'll always be

Forever they'll stay in the lands of misty grey

Between the darkness and the light

They will stand with Nommansil and Erril to guide them all

They were now following a road that may have been the very same road Gandalf, Bilbo and dwarves followed a long time ago. Sixty or eighty years to be more exact and Frodo felt calmness settle about him that he never felt before. It was around noon that they had came by a nearby meadow and had a short meal of fruits and bread. Frodo studied his niece while eating a piece of bread. Serena had never looked so pale as she did now. 'Nor as old.' Frodo thought before reaching up to the sleeping girl who still sat asleep against Silvermane.

"Not a proper luncheon if I may say." Pippin grumbled.

"Oh Pip, they'll probably have a great amount of food and such at Rivendell. Besides it's not that bad. Like Strider said, we must make haste." Merry said eating an apple. It was at this time Strider heard something akin to that of horse feet. Frodo heard it too. Clip clop, clippity clop.

"They do not seem to be those of the Black Riders." He said thoughtfully.

"Nor are they!" Strider said and very soon the company was surrounded by twelve elves on twelve horses. All of them had golden blonde and white silver hair. One of the elves, which seemed to be the most regal and wisest of them all, jumped from his horse and walked towards the company.

"Ai na vedui Dunadan! Mae govannen!" he said in a clear voice. Strider answered him in the elvish tongue and grinned towards the company.

"My little friends, this is Glorfindel. He along with these others dwells in the House of Elrond." Strider beckoned them to come forward. Merry thought him to look a little younger and less older than he seemed but still a sadness lurked in the Ranger's eyes.

"Well met my friends. Come there is not much time, we must reach Rivendell before sundown whilst we have the protection of the Lady." Glorfindel said and went back on his horse.

"Yes we must but we have not the steeds and one of us is still injured." Frodo looked unhappily and worriedly at his niece's sleeping form.

"Tis okay my little friend. You will ride with me. The rest of you will ride respectively with Alqua and Sillos. I do not know where to place you Dunadan but I see one of you little masters have a pony fit to ride on." Glorfindel said as Frodo, Merry and Pippin were hoisted upon the elven steeds. Thalion and Silvermane decided to join the group for four of the elves had gone to bring the things needed. Luna had been asleep in Serena's arms was not awake and quite surprised to see these elegant and regal people. Silvermane saw Strider's need for a steed and nudged the ranger and turned her great head to her back.

"Well it seems that I have a steed. Thank you Silvermane and do not worry of Serena, I will keep her safe in my grasp. Wait what is this?" The group blinked when the Star Staff and Manran floated away from an elf and had placed themselves in Strider's hands.

"Tis an unusual thing! Magic in Rivendell! What a strange thing." Glorfindel said loudly.

"Aye. Tis magic that we know not yet but let us not talk of such things until we reach Lord Elrond's house." Strider placed the sword and staff into the packs at the sides of Silvermane before jumping on.

In a course of many hours they nearing Rivendell unburdened and unharmed. The Riders had not followed yet the elves took no chances. Pippin felt that riding with an elf was a dream and any troubles they had encountered was nothing compared to the comfort of an elf. He began to think of the song Sam had sung of the troll and hummed it to himself unknowingly.

"Well little master, you seem to have a knack of humming a tune." Alqua said in a cheery voice.

"Hmm? Oh thank you. No need to call me little master, you may call me Pippin." Pippin nodded and resumed humming.

"Pippin. What a cheery sort of name." Alqua laughed and listened as the little Hobbit hummed.

Long was their ride and late in the night they finally arrived in a peaceful place to eat a little and rest their weary feet. Serena was still asleep and Strider held her fondly. 'This human girl is not who they say she is. She knows too much and seems older in sleep.' he thought but his thoughts were clearly disturbed when they heard the familiar sounds of the Ringwraiths.

"This can not happen! Hurry! We must get near to the Bruinen*!" Glorfindel clearly yelled before galloping faster than the wind. Thalion soon followed for wherever Frodo went, Sam followed. Before long they were nearing the river with much speed. The sounds of Ringwraiths ever at their backs and soon to be at their sides. Fast were the Nazgul and they needed their master's ring and freedom! One of the Ringwraiths saw the golden haired girl who to them glowed a grey colour and they knew that this girl could become one of them. Reaching with his dreadful hand trying to get to this girl, she was gone. Strider had raced faster than he ever did on a horse for Silvermane had upped up and ran faster than light! Scenery changed and soon they were on the other side of the Bruinen with Thalion and the other elves. Glorfindel and Frodo were the only ones left and Silvermane reared and let out a great neigh sending terror within the Nazgul. Safely did the two remaining come over the water. It was at this time that a bright flash of light came from the sleeping blonde and in the air stood a regal woman with flowing gold hair all dressed in white.

"Nazgul! You can go no further. Run back to whence you came from! Manran Transformation!" the woman stated in a crystal clear voice. More light flashed and the woman was dressed in white breeches up to her knees, a tunic of golden mail and boots of gold. Her hair was up in the most unusual hairstyle and in her hands was the Star Staff and a Silver Crystal.

"You are one of us." One of the Nazgul hissed.

"Baggins!" Another screeched.

"Fire Soul!" the woman proclaimed and a ring of fire surrounded the Nazgul. "Hurry you must to Rivendell, I will come when I can. Go!"

Without another minute, Silvermane carried Strider and Luna off to the grand Elf Lord's home. The others soon followed until Serenity was the only one left.

The Nazgul decided to chance going through the flames and were burned. Three of whom threw themselves into the water and carried off by the wrath of Elrond and magic of Gandalf. Serenity fell from her perch in the air on to the ground. She had lost much energy but knew she had to hurry after her comrades. Crawling on the ground like a man thirsty for a drink of water, she left the Bruinen's edge as the two Nazgul fought the flames and were crushed by the water. It was then Arwen of Rivendell that saved the golden haired girl who fainted half way to Rivendell.

Serena was deep in sleep having dreams of a life she knew that would've scared her Uncles more than they had already. She felt so out of place as she regained more and more of her memory. When she had saved the elves, hobbits and Strider; she found something about herself that would play a great part in the future of Arda. At the moment however, she was floating above the very heads of four inner scouts in whom she knew and loved as sisters with all her heart.

* * * * *

Ami Mitham, Rei Hillside, Lita Kindler, Mina Ailson, Trista Kaleston, Michelle Orion, Hotaru Tomoe, and Amara Tenderson sat in a circle in the Sakura* Hill Temple. They were having a discussion about how strange it was that they met each other in the most unlikely place. Two months before, all of them had bumped into one another at an old bookstore called 'Book Enchantment' trying to find soltitude. Each of them were drawn to a book called 'A Silver Tale' in which told the story of a moon princess. The eight girls felt as if they knew each other a long time even though they knew not that any memories they ever had was of each of them with the Light of the World.

The person who had sold it to them started the discussion about the story. Enchanting them all into buying and reading the book. They had found that by talking with the bookeeper, that a lot of they had a lot in common.

"I hope you like cookies!" Lita said handing out a fresh box of baked cookies. She was a tall girl with brown-auborn hair and green eyes.

"Thanks Lita. Have you all finished reading 'A Silver Tale'?" Rei asked flipping her red-black hair over her shoulder and blinking her hazel brown eyes.

"I have and it's extremely interesting! I never knew one person, contrive a book on a myth! It feels as if Nolani Swallows was really there!" Ami said shyly her blue eyes flashing and her blue dyed hair shining gently.

"I know what you mean. I wish I were a princess that lived a long time ago. They say in the book that Princess Serenity was extremely beautiful and maybe reincarnated on earth." Mina sighed dreamily. Her sky blue eyes looking dreamily away while her soft blonde hair shimmered. She sat petting her white cat Artemis in whom she brought along.

"If she really were alive she would have looked exactly like the cover. I for one would rather be one of her protecters!" Haruka exclaimed shifting her short blonde through her fingers. The others laughed at the comment.

"Yeah, the princess is said to just lay back and relax while her White Knights protected her." Trista said flicking some of her long black hair with her hand.

"I understand but it also says that she didn't just relax. She had to know swordplay, archery, magic and her studies." Hotaru countered.

"Yeah but in the book, she was known as graceful and elegant but growing up she was a clutz!" Rei pointed out.

"So? She was a princess!" Mina laughed.

"So were the White Knights." Ami mumbled as she flipped through the pages of the said book.

"Come on Ami, where does it say that?" Michelle asked peering over the girl genius she came to finally know.

"Right here. Come take a look." Ami said pointing out a line. The four girls and cat crowded around her. Artemis smiled a feline smile when he heared the history he had always known.

"The White Knights of the Moon Kingdom or Scouts of Light, were princesses by their own elemental and planetary right. They were known as follows; Princess Tirmenel, Princess Wilwardin, Princess Sulwen, Princess Nenia, Princess Valromen, Princess Fearuina, Princess Melarien, and Princess Losrosea."

"Wow!" giggled Mina and the others shook their heads.

"You are 'extremely' crazy Mina." Raye said.

"I know! What?" Mina said and looked at the girl with flashing blue eyes.

"Oh Mina." The seven girls all sighed. The blonde haired girl in question looked at her new found friends and couldn't understand what was going on. As they sat talking and learning more about each other, a golden-blonde angel smiled sadly at the eight girls she knew so well. 'I am sorry my friends but destiny calls once again. Soon however you will be saved from fate's commanding hand.'

Serena was right for almost before she left a light began to glow around the four girls. Within a course of ten days in Arda, they would remember and recognize their princess of long ago.

* * * * *

Serena awoke to find herself in a softly lit room filled with a calmness of calm. "Where am I?" she asked in a whisper.

"You are in the house of Rivendell on November the second." a gravelly voice in which she knew in a course of a long month.

"Gandalf!" Serena exclaimed though it sounded more like an excited whisper.

"Hello my little one. You seem to have aged and to have surprises within your sleeves." said the Grey wizard. "But we shall not talk of that now. Meet your healers." A tall woman with dark brown hair and the wisdom of ages and the beauty of a fair flower of Lorien stepped up. A tall man in the same stature and wisdom smiled at the petite girl in the soft elven bed.

"Hello little one. I am Arwen and this is my father, Elrond. You are in the Last Homely House of Elrond." the tall woman said.

"Serena!" four excited Hobbits came bursting into the room.

"Uncle Frodo! Uncle Sam! Uncle Merry and Uncle Pippin!" the blonde said weakly.

"Meow!" Luna called smiling a feline smile.

"Oh Luna!" Serena hugged the small cat fondly. "Thank you Lord Elrond and Lady Arwen. I do not know how to thank you enough." The golden haired girl shortly fell asleep.

A few days passed and Serena grew stronger. She had found out that Frodo had also been healed by Elrond for the piercing from the Nazgul blade had needed to be tended, magic or not. The shard did not pierce too deep nor did it go away. The poison from the shard was slow to progress for it seemed that the powers of Mercury and Venus had stopped the shard to do any more harm. Frodo was healing with each passing moment.

"They are healing. But what are we to do with the One Ring?" Elrond asked. "It can not stay in Rivendell. Sauron's eye is fixed on Rivendell. Then you told me that Saruman is against us."

"My friend there has to be a way." Gandalf said.

"Who must we turn to after all is said and done? The dwarves? They dig too deep and mind not the matters of the upper world. Us Elves? After this if peace can be found, we will be leaving these shores! Not men surely. Their wills are weak, there is no hope in them left. I was there when the Ring should've ended its reign of terror." Elrond spoke and looked grave.

"We have no choice. There is one who could regain the throne." Gandalf said.

"He turned from that path a long time ago." Elrond looked at his long time friend then he turned to another matter. "The girl however, is a mystery even to me." Elrond said.

"I know what you mean. I have asked Frodo in the past eve of where she came from and what must happen to her since we are to hold the Council as the time draws near." Gandalf nodded gravelly.

"Why did she journey thus far?" Elrond asked.

"It seems to be that she came to protect Frodo yet she said things that turned gave me a sense of hope. She is a puzzle." Gandalf replied and looked out the window and gasped. Serena had walked out with Frodo and Sam on the paths of Rivendell wearing a long white and blue elven dress. She stood tall and had a serene face that left him speechless even for an old Istari.

"What things did she say Gandalf?" Elrond asked wondering exactly what she said. Gandalf didn't turn away from the window.

"Her voice sounded regal and ancient than that of an elf. She said thus;

'There were three beings who were the Lights of the World. There was Erril the One Brilliance, Nommansil the Wise Light and Nimithil the White Light. These beings were made of thoughts, wisdom, happiness, purity and above all love. For a time unmeasured, they were in happiness but as they say, from light comes the darkness. Into being came one called Ancaarmanth the Jaws of Doom. In essence he was jealousy, hatred and despair. He began to mock Nimithil until he consumed her in his jaws. Whence Nimithil went, Nommansil followed to protect her young. Both of them felt darkness surround them until Nommansil began to think of a world that Ancaarmanth could turn his attention to. With Nimithil in deep slumber for Ancaarmanth had put her in a spell broken only by time. Erril's own heart began to grow dim until he heard;

"Erril, my love, be not afraid. Tis I, Nommansil. Be not afraid dear love for Nimithil will come soon. Be not grow hopeless for she will save thee and all you hold dear. For she is the ulitmate powers against darkness. Soon, she will walk among your creations that you hath made from thy loneliness and soon you will see her power of good. Alas I will only return in a form of a single tear and soon we will be. I love thee."

Erril grew in hope that his love was still out there and wished evermore to be joined with his family. In despair he thought of a song to keep him company. With his thoughts he formed the Ainur and Vala. Then he thought of Elves and Men. He was surprised when two of his Vala created Ents and Dwarves. Another unexpected was the fact that a dwarf and an elf had fallen in love and created the first Halfling. Brighter and brighter Erril grew and his thoughts formed a gift he would give, untarnished, by Ancaarmanth. Alas Ancaarmanth grew jealous and seethed with rage. He saw that he needed to reek havoc amongst Erril's creations and so he planted. Planted a seed in an Ainur called Melkor. When Melkor was destroyed the seed formed into a stone that would one day grow into a tree. For with this tree, it could suck with its roots all things good. A realm of evil would begin and Erril's hardship would've been in vain. But the seed fell into the hands of the Maia Sauron whom once served Melkor but now became a power hungry monster.

Far away in the lands that Nommansil made for her daughter Nimithil who began to grow in wisdom and understanding. Nimithil hardened her heart to darkness and evil. Nommansil smiled when Nimithil began to shower light to the creations Nommansil had made. With Nimithil bright white light, all was made peaceful yet hardships began to fall when Time began. For the three had begun to see pain and suffering caused by Ancaarmanth whom decided to follow Nommansil's thoughts and saw a prosperous world. He began to mock Nimithil but faltered when she didn't heed him. Thus he planted another seed in a woman called Beryl. Beryl just like Melkor became just as bad and with remarkable speed, peace was destroyed. Nimithil would've died if it weren't the love she held out to those she deemed dear. Nommansil drew out a special weapon called the Silver Crystal which in fact was the first tear Nommansil had ever cried. With the crystal she saved her daughter from impending doom. A thousand years passed and Nommansil waited only in essence within the crystal. After 'dying' the light receded into the crystal and waited for the right moment to send Nimithil into the hands of the most unlikely places neither her father nor Ancaarmanth could find her. Until the quest of the Ring, will her memories awake and with her memories will she find the Seed of the Tree of Life. The Seed in which purity and goodness is real. The Seed will be planted and grow with the Seed of Death. For the two go hand in hand like night and day. Your Serena knows naught of this. For she is too weak to remember. Do not hold her back from this quest.'

Her words were then followed by a song that her cat had sung. I thought it impossible for a cat to speak in such a way but this what happened.

In the hands of the Moon's heir

Will the Princess be drawn to the Shire

In a star so far away she is peace itself

Dark are the troubles of Middle-earth

But in the hands of Serenity

Will the nine continue ever on

Towards peril unknown light be shone

For Love itself is the heir

Who will be drawn to the Shire

And defeat Chaos and his malice

Thus princess will marry the Elven Prince

Doth her presence be gone evermore

Elrond my friend she is more than what she seems. The person who spoke through her was that of Nommansil now that I had found out. Long had I searched for Records of the beginning of Middle-earth until Frodo gave me this." Gandalf looked back at his old friend clearly seeing the surprise as he handed Elrond the old leather bound book. The Elven Lord opened it and showed the same surprise that Gandalf and the Hobbits had seen.

"Does she know of this?" Elrond asked after a long silence had endured.

"No she does not, yet from what I gather she is remembering. I talked to her about it for she seemed to trust me with a knowledge that I must tell." Gandalf revealed.

AN: I'm on a roll folks! Thanks for the reviews!