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A/N: this chapter revolves more around Jacqueline than anyone else so I warn you now. Next chapter will continue involving all the characters I promise! Don't forget the feedback it's been great so far! As for those who are asking about whether Jacqueline and Legolas are gonna have something going on.....well you'll just have to wait and find out! :p

Chapter 9 - Memories from Celeborn

"I remember, when I was very young and my mother was still alive, my parents and I went up north. To me it felt like my first real winter, because there was more snow there than at home. I used to sit in the front window, just watching the snowflakes fall as if they had all the time in the world. My mother would then sit me by a roaring fire in the fireplace or take me out into the woods, and tell me stories of creatures that once lived there."

"Do you remember any of those stories?" Legolas asked.

Jacqueline shook her head. "Not enough to tell accurately."

Silence settled on them, until Legolas noticed a scar on her right palm. Curious, he let his fingers trace it, and was astonished when he saw how big it really was. It ran from mid-palm to her mid-forearm.

"Your father did this to you?" he asked, partially knowing her answer. She nodded, and he pulled her sleeve back down. "Take rest and forget about him. He will not hurt you any longer."

Jacqueline nodded, smiling weakly at Legolas. He crawled back to where his makeshift bed was, and quickly fell asleep. She walked over to a nearby waterfall and splashed some water on her face. She got up and was about to walk back to her company when Haldir approached her.

"My Lady," he bowed. "The Lord of the Wood seeks an audience with you."

She was startled. "W-what would he want with me?"

"I know not my Lady," Haldir answered. "But if it please you, I would be greatly honoured to escort you back up to Caras Galadhon."

"Very well Haldir," she answered, uncertainy in her voice. "Then let us proceed."

Haldir offered his hand, which she took cautiously. Once she took it, he raised it to his lips and kissed it softly. He smiled and led her back up the great staircase to Caras Galadhon where Celeborn was waiting. His back was to them, apparently reading something. Haldir bowed anyway and indicated for Jacqueline to do the same.

"My Lord, the Lady Jacqueline." he said. Celeborn nodded, acknowledging him. He waved him away, not turning, and Haldir kissed her on the cheek.

"I shall return to escort you later," he said before leaving. She nodded, not knowing what to say.

"Do you know why you are here in Middle Earth?" Celeborn asked, his back still facing her.

"In all honestly my Lord, I do not. I'm afraid there isn't much I know anymore." Jacqueline admitted.

"You know more than you realize, child," Celeborn told her, turning to face her. "There is much about your past that is hidden in your mind."

She looked startled and a little confused. "Do you know these things about my past?"

He nodded. "Not all, but I know enough."

"Would you tell me what you know, my Lord?" she asked hopefully.

"Do you feel that you are strong enough to hear what I know?" he countered.

Jacqueline swallowed hard and nodded, and Celeborn offered her his hand. "Then I shall awaken your memory."

They walked through Caras Galadhon in silence, waiting to speak until they passed all the other Lothlorien elves. He walked with her in the same manner as he did with Galadriel, and it made her uncomfortable; she was only human.

"You are more than human, Aier," Celeborn said, reading her thoughts. "You are the one thing that can fully destroy the evil of Mordor."

"But won't the Ring's destruction succeed in that?" she inquired.

He shook his head. "I have seen through dreams into the future, very close to your time. Mordor's evil remains, split into different lands separated by vast waters. If the future holds true and you do not ensure this evil is destroyed, your time will remain unchanged."

Jacqueline nodded thoughtfully as fragments of unknown memories came to her. "Elrond suspected as much. He spoke to me of his suspicions before I left Rivendell."

"And he has great cause to, judging from what I told you, does he not?" Celeborn inquired, looking at her.

She nodded again. "But who am I to stop such evil?"

"You are the child of my daughter Celebrian and a great wizard. You are the complete goodness of Middle Earth; a goodness so powerful it could eliminate Mordor for all time." he explained.

"But how can I be?!" she cried, exasperated. "I am of the race of men born in a later time!"

"Peace Aier," Celeborn replied, raising his free hand to quiet her. "I shall explain. Some time after Arwen was born, Celebrian was captured by orcs. Your twin brothers, Elrohir and Elledan did save her, but she was not the same. She could not enjoy life as she once did, despite being with child. She tried to no avail, and left Elrond and your siblings to sail west. A mysterious wind took her elsewhere, you know the rest of the story."

Jacqueline looked away. "But this wizard....who is he and where does he come into my story?"

Celeborn sighed sadly. "I know not Aier. Celebrian made no mention of him."

They stopped on the flet Legolas had seen Haldir in earlier. Jacqueline sat in a regal-looking chair and gazed down at the now-sleeping Fellowship.

"I have a distinct idea of how my story ends," she sighed. "I have seen it through my dreams, though I have not mentioned it to my friends. I fear it would break their hearts."

He walked over to her and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "It is a hard fate to accept, granddaughter. But you have friends to make the way easier."

"But I wish not to bring that grief to them, especially when we get to Mordor." She sighed again, still looking at the sleeping company.

"They will be able to see what you cannot. Take their counsel wisely, for it may open some doors hidded to you before." Celeborn looked down at the group as well. "Go rest Aier. The journey ahead is still long, and safe havens will not come often."

Jacqueline turned to look at him and nodded in agreement. She got up and hugged her grandfather. "I promise that if I return from Mordor, Caras Galadhon will be my first destination."

Celeborn smiled. "And so shall we wait until that day."

Haldir then appeared, ready to escort her back down. Smiling her goodnight, she walked back to Haldir who took her hand. They walked back down slowly.

"You have much of your mother's beauty, my Lady," Haldir said, softly holding her gaze. "It far surpasses that of any elf in the Wood save for the Lord and Lady."

Jacqueline blushed slightly. "You are too kind, Haldir. I do not deserve such compliments from Lorien's captain."

"On the contrary my Lady," he replied as they came to the bottom of the stairs. "It is I who does not deserve to be in the presence of such beauty." He kissed her forehead. "I wish you peaceful dreams, melamin." He watched as she walked back to her company.

The next day they rose to pack for their journey. Although no one had mentioned it, the entire Fellowship noticed a difference in her; a calm and final acceptance of some path unbeknowest to any of them. There was also a determination set in her eyes, a private quest to gain knowledge, which was odd because to them she knew everything.

Galadriel met with the Fellowship before they left, and gave each member gifts for the long journey. When she reached Jacqueline she bid them away, for what came next was not something that allowed an audience.

"Beloved granddaughter, to you I give the flower of Celebrian," Galadriel said as she slipped it over Jacqueline's head. It was a small glass locket the size of a small butterfly on a mithril chain. The flower, which no longer bloomed in Middle Earth, looked like a daisy, except that the petals were a marble of gold and silver, and the center as well as the stem was a rich green. Jacqueline examined it briefly before gazing back into her gradmother's eyes.

"You konw your past, and you now know all of your mother's past that is contained in Lothlorien which you did not already know. It is now up to you to unlock the rest of the story to determine your own future." Galadriel said. Jacqueline read the underlying message in her eyes.

"Is it really necessary to be alone?" she asked, hoping for a different answer than her dreams gave her.

"Your position in this quest seperates you from your company, just as the Ringbearer was meant to be alone," Galadriel explained. "They will never understand why you both will have to make the decisions that you will make, which is why you must be prepared to leave them behind for the sake of all. It is what you were born to do, otherwise I would not have summoned you to Middle Earth."

"So then the how and why of my arrival was known," Jacqueline concluded as her grandmother nodded. "Why did you not tell Elrond?"

"It was not time for that knowledge to come to pass," Galadriel answered. "It is important for you to remember that everything has a time and place, for that knowledge will help you in dark times ahead."

"Will I ever see them again?" Jacqueline asked despairingly.

Galadriel smiled, knowing what her granddaughter was truly asking. "All the knowledge you will need is inside of you. All of your mother's memories lay in your mind, and you are still connected to your father, though he is no longer able to physically move through Middle Earth. Both will help you come back to them, especially him."

"Him?" Jacqueline was puzzled.

"Do not commit to him you must leave here, but rather he who would follow you right into the Cracks of Doom. It is heartbreak otherwise."

Jacqueline smiled, grasping finally who her grandmother spoke of. She let her smile speak for her, and Galadriel collected her in her arms.

"Namarie, granddaughter. Namarie."

Jacqueline left Galadriel's company. Human ears aside, she now began looking like the Lorien elves, who were now her kin. She wore blue leggings, dark grey boots and a silver tunic with intricate leaves and flourishes all over it. A long sleeve silver blue shirt was underneath the tunic, but it was hard to see because of the green overcoat she wore, fashioned identical to Celeborn's save for the design which was silver where it was blue on the Lord of Lothlorien. She kept her vambraces and her belt was blue, fastened by a buckle of 3 silver metal strands entwined around eachother. Her sword and Elrond's dagger had been sent to the boats, but there was still a place for them on her belt.

When she arrived at the riverbank the Fellowship noticed the change in attire as if for the first time, though she had been wearing these new garments since the dawn. She too wore a cloak identical to her companions much at her insistence, as she did not desire to stand out. Haldir, who was overseeing the preparations of the Fellowship's departure, walked up to her and bowed slightly.

"My Lady, I must confess I see it as folly that you are leaving on a perilous journey that does not require your assistance, contrary to what is held as common belief," he said. "I believe you would be better off here in the Golden Wood with your people."

"Haldir, your words may sound wise, and if I were still in the same mindframe I was last night I most likely would have followed," Jacqueline replied. "But I am more than a child of Lothlorien, and the fate of Middle Earth will rest on both the Ringbearer and I. I am no use here."

"But I cannot bear to see you leave," Haldir whispered despairingly.

"I know why you would desire to see me stay Haldir, and I tell you that I cannot give myself to you." Jacqueline said quietly. Haldir sighed heavily, heartbreak in his eyes. She didn't want to hurt him, but there was no way around it. "Haldir, do not grieve over my leave," she said reassuringly, placing a hand on his cheek. "Such a thing between us does not exist. However, I do believe happiness lies in someone else."

Jacqueline looked above Haldir to a nearby flet to see Uruviel timidly watching Haldir. Faint signs of love flicked in her soft, misty blue eyes as she gazed at the captain of the Wood. He turned to look up at what held Jacqueline's gaze, and was struck by the Lorien maid. She stepped back, shy and afraid of her bold move. He smiled kindly at her, still overwhelmed by her beauty, and turned back to Jacqueline.

"This beauty is the one I shall bind myself to?" he asked, wonder in his voice.

She looked back up at the shy Uruviel, then back at Haldir. "I do not confess to know all things, but some speak for themselves."

Haldir mirrored her smile and bowed before her. "May the Lady smile upon you always."

Jacqueline walked to the Fellowship who were now ready to go. Boromir was crawling into a boat with Merry and Pippin, and Aragorn was sitting in another boat with Sam and Frodo a few feet from the shore. Gimli was already in the third boat waiting for Legolas and Jacqueline.

Legolas watched Jacqueline approach, in awe of the change that had come over her. Her black hair fell in neat waves to the middle of her back and her blue eyes were calming. Gone was her uneasiness, her fear of being in an alien world; it was replaced with a regal assurance, not to be mistaken for arrogance. Soemthing had happened after he fell asleep.

Jacqueline crawled into the front of the boat, smiling briefly at Legolas who could do nothing but smile back in wonder. She took up a paddle and they were off down to the river Anduin, and as they paddled across the main river that flowed through Lothlorien Jacqueline followed Frodo's gaze back to see Galadriel. A hand raised in a farewell gesture and a mix of dread, hopefulness and a glint of sadness was their last clear memory of Jacqueline's grandmother.