Disclaimer: V'd kill me if i laid claim to Orli, and I'm sure the Valar'd smite me if I claimed JRR's work. nope, don't own any, just a huge LOTR fan. 'specially the books.

"Estel…" Roiben began, "your father is worried and you've only been gone several hours. He as something of great importance to discuss with you."

"bloody hell," Estel began, still holding onto the unconscious girl, "you take her in, tell him I'm all fine and dandy, and I'll come back when I bloody want to, " he turned to face Roiben with an incinerating glare, passed the girl into his arms, and darted into the half-darkness. It was dusk before Roiben made it to the city, and Brittany had still not woken up. He took her directly to the healing wing, where all sorts of tests were performed.

"It is an anticipated then, " Elrond began:the four will return to us in times of great need," he turned a baleful eye to his sleeping charge, "we must glean all we can from her memory so that we can prepare for when the child awakens."

Estel slept restlessly, for the past few nights had been plagued with thoughts of that girl—the one who spotted him although a trained tracker had not. Perhaps this strange female was what his father needed to talk to him about? He sighed, and set off at a loping pace for home.

He burst into the healing area and came face to face with his foster father who was sitting by the strange girl's bed. Not even bothering to drop his weaponry, Estel pulled a chair around to face the elf lord and sat down, facing him with an intense state, "I've had a feeling about this mortal, a strong one, and I believe you have felt it too." It was a statement, not a question.

"Her name is Brittany and she comes from a time not yet passed. She may be a seer, for her memories foretell of a prophecy coming into play. This information is a powerful weapon, and could possibly destroy our future if revealed. She is also a wielder of fire and must be trained in this power. It is possible she will wake soon, and she will have many unanswered questions, as do I." his son noticed this sign of fatigue and softened his demeanor.

"You go Ada, I will wait with the child," he said, using an affectionate term. The elf lord nodded, and gracefully left the room.

Estel looked at the girl's pale features, he noticed the few straggles of hair curling around her moon-shaped face and carefully brushed them away from the bandaged cut on her neck. He noted a few tears and grass stains on her most unusual tunic. She shifted slightly and he watched a slender arm fold under her head, faint blue writing visible on the back of her hand.

Surely this girl had great powers, to transcend time and deliver a message of the future, and to aid in the upcoming battles (for Elrond had foreseen them as well,) but at the moment, she looked like a young elleth, barely passed the age of 10.

Barely an hour later his foster brothers came to relieve Estel of his duties, proclaiming loudly that he stank, and then informing him more seriously that Elrond wished to see him ASAP.

Estel appeared minutes later, freshly bathed and clothed in Elrond's study. He waited expectantly for the story. He was not disappointed.

"This girl is from a future age of Middle Earth," the elf-lord began, "she has seen the outcome of the war of the ring, she knows of the passing of the Elves, the continued rule of men and the depravity with which some rule. She is not an ordinary child, for I can see that she has been touched by the Valar. She has a gift, a power possessed though generation, for she is a descendent of those who can control the elements; once again the power has been augmented by the Valar and is now concentrated primarily on one element, fire. She will be able to adapt fairly quickly, but I want you to assist her in every way possible. I beseech you not to ask about the future. I have put a lock on the memories so that we do not unknowingly disrupt the course of fate."

"Yes Adar," he responded with a slight bow, and left the room.

Once Estel had exited Elrond held his head wearily, for in the girl's memories he saw the fate of Arwen—and at the thought of her future death he allowed himself to silently weep.

There were whispered words flying about over her head, and she felt a poke on her arm—what was Marina doing? Everyone knew she hated being woken up.

"Go throw yourself in a vat of boiling oil," she grumbled at the person prodding her. When they refused to stop she threw out a hand and mumbled, "go away, Ginny!" and amused male's voice reached her ears and her eyes flew open. She found herself blearily staring at a highly attractive young male.

"You're not Ginny." She said weakly. She heard a rich laugh from near the headboard and propped herself up on her elbows to shoot a dirty glare at the offender and was met with his twin.

"Am I seeing double?" Brittany demanded.

"Nay, rather we are Elladan and Elrohir, Sons of the Lord Elrond."

"We are also healers," the other spoke, "and were sent to watch over you until you woke up."

"Oh, okay then," replied Brittany, still groggy, "Would someone mind telling me what happened?"
"I would…" he was interrupted by a loud rumble from Brit's stomach, "be delighted to, over breakfast," he finished.

One twin strode off in search of the kitchens, and the other told her of what had happened, (she had some kind oc concussion, had fainted, had been there for nearly four days.)

By the time Elladan came back Elrohir had her in stitches with stories of their exploits around Rivendell

"…and Lord Adraimel walked around with blue hair for a week!"

"I believe, dear brother, that you have just incriminated us," Elladan remarked dryly, as he walked in carrying a scrumptious looking breakfast tray. "Our other brother will be in shortly, he got caught nicking the tea service that was to be sent to Grandmother."

"Holy flaming jelly beans! This looks delicious, who needs tea?" and she proceeded to eat ravenously, much to the elves amusement.