A/N: All right, a Bond Broken it is. Thanks for all your help and support Celtic! Sorry, I didn't get to update Friday. It was kind of a Daddy-daughters night because my mom left for a weekend retreat. (dances around in joy) I love my mom, but she's a home mom now, and we're homeschooled. Every little thing makes her mad, and I've started to get sick of it. I'm so glad I've only got 10 months left…
Chapter 1: Just a Dream
"You cannot pass! I am a servant of the secret fire, wielder of the flame of Anor. The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udun! Go back to the shadow! You shall not pass!"
The Bridge of Khazad-Dûm faded away, and Valia stood alone in a field covered in dying flowers. Upon her head was a crown of dead and ugly flowers. She wore a pitch-black dress with black roses around her waist. A shadow was calling and growing in her mind. She walked slowly and silently, barefoot. Everything around her began to die as she stepped forward, leaving behind a grey and dismal land. In her hand appeared a pale knife, and on the hilt were terrible markings of evil and power.
Another Valia dressed in pale white with a crown of golden flowers upon her head was sitting beneath a weeping willow beside Frodo. They were laughing then the kind Valia turned and gasped. As if pulled by an unknown force, she stood, and the two Valia's became one. Her eyes burned with a black fire, and her dress was as grey as the land around her. She turned slowly, facing Frodo who had stood.
She spoke in a language she didn't know and lifted the dagger. Frodo opened his mouth as if to cry out, but she thrust the dagger into his heart. The hilt glowed, and she spoke in the language once more. He dropped to his knees then fell dead. She took the Ring from around his neck and tore the locket Galadriel had given her from her neck. It withered away beside him. Again, she spoke in the unknown language as she slipped the Ring upon her finger.
Valia sat up straight, screaming and in a cold sweat. Her eyes were wide and fearful, and she struggled against the person holding her.
"Valia, it's me," Frodo said, holding her to him.
Her eyes focused then filled with tears, and she buried her face in his shoulder as she cried.
He ran his hand through her hair, trying to comfort her. "It was just a dream," he whispered in her ear. "Just a dream."
A/N: Mwahahahaha! What do you think of Valia's dream? I made it up all by myself! (bows)