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ABBY'S NOTE: Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. So I'm slow. I have to update my own fanfic, too, you know? Shameless plug Ella Ticked Off Shameless plug Anyway, here we go...

Chapter 21

Lindi's Dream...

The world around her spun in many colors.

"Alright, hold on there. Stop spinning," she said to the many colors. "Where am I?" she asked to no one in particular.

"This is a dream, creirwy. Almost a midpoint."

Lindi turned around. There stood Galadriel as bright and beautiful as ever.

"A midpoint? What the crap do you mean a midpoint?"

"Come walk with me, child, and I shall tell you everything you need to know.

"OK? Yeah... umm... yeah." Lindi walked over to Galadriel and they continued to speak.

"So, Lindi, tell me what you would like to know.:

"Okay... Anything?"

"Anything. However, I cannot promise an answer."

"Fine... umm... how did Abby, Ali, and I get here?"

"That I do not know. I'm sure it will be revealed to you in due time."

"Okay... Then are Ali and Abby going to both make it to Mordor?"

Galadriel turned and looked at Lindi with her piercing eyes. "No. They will not both make it to Mordor."

"What! Why not? What's going to happen?"

"You will learn. I promise. Soon, that will be revealed to you, as well."

"Argh... Fine. Well, okay. Umm... Why can't I wake up?"

"You have been greatly injured. Right now, you are in Edoras with the eleven prince."

She turned and walked away. Lindi tried to follow, but was once again in a swirl of color.

"Galadriel!" she screamed. "Come back! I have more questions!"

"You will see me soon, little one."

Lindi struggled to escape the colors and they soon faded to black.

Back in Edoras

Her eyes snappedopen. She struggled to focus them, blinking rapidly. Soon she focused her eyes and saw Legolas sitting next to her.

"Lindi?" he said quickly.

"Legolas?" she said with a raspy voice.

"Yes, I'm here." He had to take all his self control to not wrap his arms around her and hug her to death.

"I'm so tired. Where are Aragorn and Gimli?"

"They will be here soon. Rest, soon you will be back to normal."

"Crap, is it cold in here?" Lindi shivered a little. She stopped suddenly. "Wait—elves don't feel the cold, do they?"

"No, they do not"

"Then why am I so… cold?" Lindi shivered again.

"It will all be over soon. You will get well and be able to practice swordplay again. You have been avoiding it these past few weeks."

Lindi laughed and then clutched her stomach in pain.

"You will be the death of me," said Lindi with a half smile.

"I hope not, Milady."

"Will you stop with the Milady, thing? You make me feel like royalty or something. Which I am so not."

"It's merely my respect for you."

"Well, just stick with plain Lindi, please."

"As you wish," he smiled at her.

"What? Why are you smiling?"

"Look at your necklace, Milady, and you will see why I smile."

Lindi looked at her necklace. It was glowing red She used her hand to touch it, then jerked her hand away.

"What's wrong?"

"It's warm—feel it."

He reached out his hand and touched it. The necklace was indeed warm. He moved his hand away.

"That might warm you, so you no longer feel the cold."

"I hope so. But, I'm not really cold. It was just more like a slight chill."

"Whatever you say, Creirwy."

"That's right--- Whatever I say, you will comply." She tried to keep a firm look on her face, but it didn't work. She smiled, laughed, and cringed in pain. They both sat for a moment in silence. Then Lindi broke it:

"I think you should go out to the entrance of the city."

"Why?" he raised his eyebrows and looked at her.

"Do you wish to meet Aragorn, Gan… I mean Gimli?" she had to stop before she said Gandalf. She kept forgetting that Legolas didn't know what was going to happen.

"How do you know they are there?"

She smiled. "Trust me."

He looked at her quizzically, but decided not to press Lindi's apparent psychic ability. "Will you be alright?"

"I'll be fine. You have fun."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Like I'm gonna tell you. Patience my young elf prince, patience."

"You call me young? Of what age are you, Milady?"

"Didn't your mother ever tell you never to ask a woman her age?"

"Yes, but you're a she-elf, not just a mere woman."

"Well, how old are you, then?"

"I am 2,900 years old."

"HOLY FUDGE! Ouch!" she had sat up when Legolas had dropped the bomb about his age. That was a mistake, as pain shot through her body.

"Don't move! You will tear your stitches. Just rest. I will go to the city gate and wait."

"You do that. I'm gonna go back to sleep."

"You do that. I'll be back as soon as I can." And with that, he kissed her forehead and walked out.

Lindi, though she didn't want to admit it, felt like she was going to die, or at least melt. She was so tired and sore that she fell back into a deep sleep. She found herself in front of two large gates. They were dark iron with mallorn leaves. As she walked closer, she saw shadows floating beyond the gates.

"Creepy," she thought.

"Welcome to the Halls of Thingol, Lindi."

Lindi jumped and turned, only to see Galadriel standing behind her. "You really need to stop doing that! One of these days you're going to give me a freakin' heart attack!"

"No I won't. You are very young and will not face such things as an elf."

"Oh? How do you know I'm young?"

"Dear Lindi, 18 is hardly old in comparison to 1,800 or 18,000 years."

"Well yeah, I guess. So why am I in the Halls of Thingol unless…" her blood ran cold. "I'm not dead, am I?"

ABBY'S NOTE: So…. Is she? Or is she not? Hehe