Light For All To See
by Empress Blade
Part 7: Chapter 2
Serena had dropped Legolas' hand as they approached a group of elves. Somehow she felt better knowing that Rei, Lita and Legolas was there to back her up. After all, why have twenty elves have your head because you were annoyed by their singing. They seemed to know that they were approaching and Serena felt slightly uncomfortable when they looked at her with some amused, some cynical, some very annoyed gazes. Clearing her throat, she gathered her wits about her and looked at the group.
"Erm, I am here to apologize for my behaviour. It was wrong of me but, the grief I hold for my friend and advisor is still too near." She said feeling a blush creep up her face when an elf came up close to her inspecting her closely.
"Alright then little one. I, Ohtar son of Ascar, on behalf of my kindred accept you're apology." He bowed in front of her and Serena blushed some more. From then on, Serena, Rei, Lita and the Mirkwood Prince were taken by the many Lothlorien elves to a talan where Serena was challenged to do a dance. The apology it seemed had not really been accepted. For two hours, the elves taught her how to dance and by the time that it was over, Serena had danced all her dances with Legolas Greenleaf. By the time the small group came back to the camp, they were exhausted.
~8~
Serena couldn't understand it. Every time she was with the "Elf-boy", her heart raced. She had never felt like this around any guy before even that baka princeling of her past. This Princeling that had broken her heart before she entered Middle-Earth. The Princeling with cold blue eyes and the passionate kisses. The Princeling that betrayed her by dying. Serena shivered and felt silent tears prick her eyes as she sat cross-legged unable to sleep even as her uncles, the dwarf, the two men and her friends slept. Her long blonde hair cascaded around her in a golden waterfall even as she looked into the distance with sad eyes. Wondering all the time why she felt this way for a past, a life, a dream?
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The battle was grim and so was the ruins surrounding the young girl. Eternal Sailor Moon dove into the darkness that had once been the Cauldron of Life but now had melded with the being called Chaos. She couldn't breathe and felt as if her heart was split into two and somewhere in the deep recesses of her heart she heard a song calling towards her.
Do not let your heart be troubled
Find the light that lies in you
Be the light to save the future
Let your dreams come true
Be the light, be the sign
Be the dream, be the one
Do not let your heart be troubled
Do not forget, do not forget...
In an instant, the song died and the Warrior knew what she had to do. With a wave of energy the cauldron crumbled as if imploding within itself and the very foundations of the universe shook. In the moment that Eternal Sailor Moon dove into the cauldron, her memories came towards her and the torment of the man she once called Love. A man with dark hair, blue eyes and a smirk the size of his galactical ego. A man whom teased her relentlessly, made her laugh, made her cry, made her forget of a destiny she should have had. Another wave surged through her and the cauldron before there was a pregnant pause. It was if the whole universe waited until the rumbling stopped to see if the world would crumble and in that space of time in another world mirroring the one that was about to become obsolete through the powers of a slight girl with long golden hair. It was in that moment that a decision was made for her to go into the world that she had known that she would need to see for herself. The world where her true path lied. With a show of power, determination, light and hope, the Warrior died and the spirit was freed and in the years that came after, the young girl that had died to save the world would leave it giving it the exixtence that it should have and becoming just a whisper of a past greater than that of the present.
~*~
Galadriel gasped, her heart raced as she watched the very memory that Serena was thinking of. She sat on her bench feeling the need to still her heart. She did not see the rest of the memory for a sudden mist covered her mind. As the girl dove into the cauldron clenched in dark smoke, the mist pushed her away covering what she would have been able to see and giving her too much information. Galadriel was troubled, she knew of the girl and her powers. Of a destiny that could possibly befall this child. A soft voice drifted into Galadriel's mind startling her for she was of the Noldor, a high elf blessed and cursed with the power to see into others' mind and to talk to them if the need was there.
'Lady of the Golden Wood, go to your mirror for two hobbits have finally awoken and with them is the Light that all have yet to see.'
With the swiftness that it had come, the voice left. Galadriel was shaken. Was it possible that there were indeed beings more powerful than she? That these beings were indeed working against the gathering dark of the Dark Deciever? Gathering herself for as many know, elves did not show much emotion unless the need was there, the Golden Lady of Morning left her room and walked barefooted against the elvish stairs and talans until she reached the silver-green of the land of Lothlorien. With the stillness of the elves, she walked past the company shining in her radiance to the infamous bowl that was her mirror.
~*~
Frodo and Sam had woken up earlier that evening to the sound of weeping. Serena had curled herself into a ball crying as the memories of the death and battles that she had fought. Of people that had once been her family and of her friends that she had made. The two hobbits were with her in an instant and comforted her like they did when she was just a little girl. Sam suggested after Serena had quieted that they should go for a walk to calm their nerves and perhaps rest a while. It was now in a peaceful silence that Sam held Serena's hand in his as both Frodo and himself walked with her through the trees of Lothlorien. It was also in that moment did they see the beauty of Lady Galadriel walking ahead of them as if beckoning them to follow her. As if drawn like bees to a flower, the three walked and followed. They came to rest in a small clearing where upon a stony pedestal with the leaves of Lothlorien carved gently into its crevices did they see the silver bowl and the unearthly glow that surrounded the Elven Queen. She held in her hands a silver jug. She turned to them and looked at them with her cool blue eyes that held the very stars in their depths.
"Would you look into my mirror?" asked she to them. Sam looked up at her almost at awed and took a step forward almost involuntary.
"Aye m'lady." He replied. The Golden Lady nodded her head gently and poured some water into the bowl that rested upon the pedestal. The water gleamed liquid silver and gleamed with ethereal light. Sam looked into the bowl standing upon a stone that was conveniently placed beside the stone pedestal. What he saw made his blood run cold. The Shire was turned into a wasteland. All the hobbits that he knew were made into slaves. All that had been good in the world turned to ashes and the light was fading. He turned away and looked up at the Lady with tears in his eyes.
"NO!" he yelled forcibly. "Never."
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AN: *ducks the onslaught of garbage* Sorry folks but that's all for now and sorry for the long update! -Empress
by Empress Blade
Part 7: Chapter 2
Serena had dropped Legolas' hand as they approached a group of elves. Somehow she felt better knowing that Rei, Lita and Legolas was there to back her up. After all, why have twenty elves have your head because you were annoyed by their singing. They seemed to know that they were approaching and Serena felt slightly uncomfortable when they looked at her with some amused, some cynical, some very annoyed gazes. Clearing her throat, she gathered her wits about her and looked at the group.
"Erm, I am here to apologize for my behaviour. It was wrong of me but, the grief I hold for my friend and advisor is still too near." She said feeling a blush creep up her face when an elf came up close to her inspecting her closely.
"Alright then little one. I, Ohtar son of Ascar, on behalf of my kindred accept you're apology." He bowed in front of her and Serena blushed some more. From then on, Serena, Rei, Lita and the Mirkwood Prince were taken by the many Lothlorien elves to a talan where Serena was challenged to do a dance. The apology it seemed had not really been accepted. For two hours, the elves taught her how to dance and by the time that it was over, Serena had danced all her dances with Legolas Greenleaf. By the time the small group came back to the camp, they were exhausted.
~8~
Serena couldn't understand it. Every time she was with the "Elf-boy", her heart raced. She had never felt like this around any guy before even that baka princeling of her past. This Princeling that had broken her heart before she entered Middle-Earth. The Princeling with cold blue eyes and the passionate kisses. The Princeling that betrayed her by dying. Serena shivered and felt silent tears prick her eyes as she sat cross-legged unable to sleep even as her uncles, the dwarf, the two men and her friends slept. Her long blonde hair cascaded around her in a golden waterfall even as she looked into the distance with sad eyes. Wondering all the time why she felt this way for a past, a life, a dream?
~~~
The battle was grim and so was the ruins surrounding the young girl. Eternal Sailor Moon dove into the darkness that had once been the Cauldron of Life but now had melded with the being called Chaos. She couldn't breathe and felt as if her heart was split into two and somewhere in the deep recesses of her heart she heard a song calling towards her.
Do not let your heart be troubled
Find the light that lies in you
Be the light to save the future
Let your dreams come true
Be the light, be the sign
Be the dream, be the one
Do not let your heart be troubled
Do not forget, do not forget...
In an instant, the song died and the Warrior knew what she had to do. With a wave of energy the cauldron crumbled as if imploding within itself and the very foundations of the universe shook. In the moment that Eternal Sailor Moon dove into the cauldron, her memories came towards her and the torment of the man she once called Love. A man with dark hair, blue eyes and a smirk the size of his galactical ego. A man whom teased her relentlessly, made her laugh, made her cry, made her forget of a destiny she should have had. Another wave surged through her and the cauldron before there was a pregnant pause. It was if the whole universe waited until the rumbling stopped to see if the world would crumble and in that space of time in another world mirroring the one that was about to become obsolete through the powers of a slight girl with long golden hair. It was in that moment that a decision was made for her to go into the world that she had known that she would need to see for herself. The world where her true path lied. With a show of power, determination, light and hope, the Warrior died and the spirit was freed and in the years that came after, the young girl that had died to save the world would leave it giving it the exixtence that it should have and becoming just a whisper of a past greater than that of the present.
~*~
Galadriel gasped, her heart raced as she watched the very memory that Serena was thinking of. She sat on her bench feeling the need to still her heart. She did not see the rest of the memory for a sudden mist covered her mind. As the girl dove into the cauldron clenched in dark smoke, the mist pushed her away covering what she would have been able to see and giving her too much information. Galadriel was troubled, she knew of the girl and her powers. Of a destiny that could possibly befall this child. A soft voice drifted into Galadriel's mind startling her for she was of the Noldor, a high elf blessed and cursed with the power to see into others' mind and to talk to them if the need was there.
'Lady of the Golden Wood, go to your mirror for two hobbits have finally awoken and with them is the Light that all have yet to see.'
With the swiftness that it had come, the voice left. Galadriel was shaken. Was it possible that there were indeed beings more powerful than she? That these beings were indeed working against the gathering dark of the Dark Deciever? Gathering herself for as many know, elves did not show much emotion unless the need was there, the Golden Lady of Morning left her room and walked barefooted against the elvish stairs and talans until she reached the silver-green of the land of Lothlorien. With the stillness of the elves, she walked past the company shining in her radiance to the infamous bowl that was her mirror.
~*~
Frodo and Sam had woken up earlier that evening to the sound of weeping. Serena had curled herself into a ball crying as the memories of the death and battles that she had fought. Of people that had once been her family and of her friends that she had made. The two hobbits were with her in an instant and comforted her like they did when she was just a little girl. Sam suggested after Serena had quieted that they should go for a walk to calm their nerves and perhaps rest a while. It was now in a peaceful silence that Sam held Serena's hand in his as both Frodo and himself walked with her through the trees of Lothlorien. It was also in that moment did they see the beauty of Lady Galadriel walking ahead of them as if beckoning them to follow her. As if drawn like bees to a flower, the three walked and followed. They came to rest in a small clearing where upon a stony pedestal with the leaves of Lothlorien carved gently into its crevices did they see the silver bowl and the unearthly glow that surrounded the Elven Queen. She held in her hands a silver jug. She turned to them and looked at them with her cool blue eyes that held the very stars in their depths.
"Would you look into my mirror?" asked she to them. Sam looked up at her almost at awed and took a step forward almost involuntary.
"Aye m'lady." He replied. The Golden Lady nodded her head gently and poured some water into the bowl that rested upon the pedestal. The water gleamed liquid silver and gleamed with ethereal light. Sam looked into the bowl standing upon a stone that was conveniently placed beside the stone pedestal. What he saw made his blood run cold. The Shire was turned into a wasteland. All the hobbits that he knew were made into slaves. All that had been good in the world turned to ashes and the light was fading. He turned away and looked up at the Lady with tears in his eyes.
"NO!" he yelled forcibly. "Never."
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AN: *ducks the onslaught of garbage* Sorry folks but that's all for now and sorry for the long update! -Empress