I'm back, Chapter is courtesy of a miss AiH. I would also like to warn people, (this does not apply to AiH) that there is a rant at the end I would like you to read. Thank you.

Oh, and don't kill me, I am taking SO many liberties with Valinor. This chapter is entirely AU. And could be considered quite far from canon.

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Linnor led them through the winding hall they had been following for the past ten minutes. He was followed by Elladan, then Elrohir who was carrying Bridget, and finally by Miniel and a troop of men with dark looks on their faces.

"Ouch, bloody elf. Stupid Linnor…" this depressing monologue that Bridget was muttering in elvish was strangely comforting to the younger twin who was carrying her, it might have been because she was alive. It was most likely because he could conclude it included several inventive ways to kill Linnor.

That was a thought he liked.

A lot.

Elladan was trembling with barely concealed anger by the time they got to what Linnor called "exhibit B" Elladan had decided he didn't like the sound of that.

Not one bit.

There was a good reason to feel that way. As they entered a small clearing, or rather entered the border of a clearing, he was able to see his little brother, firmly secured to a pole in the center of the clearing. Several men stood around him, grunting like orcs.

"Bring in Beleg!"

For a second Elladan was confused, but as he observed the scene Linnor's intention dawned upon him with harsh reality.

"Oh Valar no!" he hissed. "You can't mean to kill the prince! You can't mean to make my brother do it!"

"Oh but I do, and believe me, Elrondion, I shall enjoy every bit of it."

"Randir, where-where Randir?" that was Bridget speaking.

"I sent him to the healers, told them he hit his head during a hunt, he will be too paranoid to do anything," Linnor replied smoothly.

He turned away too soon to see Bridget crack a smile.

The girl was watching it all with a detached interest, out of the corner of her eye she could see Aragorn tied to a pole.

It's better than a…a…cell, she decided.

'Bridget child, listen carefully,' it was Celebrían

Nana-gwest?

'Yes, listen to me, focus on me, and come into the darkness for a moment.'

I can't, I shall scare Elladan!

'No, you won't, please do not worry. Come into the darkness…'

Startled but willing Bridget allowed herself to go into the waiting darkness. Except when she got there, it wasn't dark. Pale light was filtered through a high window in a stone hall, and she could hear the sound of the purest singing.

"Nana-gwest, where am I?"

"You are in Valinor, in the halls of Elbereth, walk with me, won't you, Bridget?" a tall saintly woman asked. For the first time Bridget was able to grasp Celebrían's beauty. The elf stood tall, and a dress of pale green silk draped elegantly over her thin frame. Her silver hair sparkled with the very light of the stars.

"Valinor? Didn't Nengel mention that?"

"Yes, she did, but child come, there is much for you to see, and we have only a short time to do it."

"I am to dirty for these fine halls…I am…"

"Look at yourself, you are not dirty here, you will not be dirty."

Bridget looked down and was surprised to find a gown of pale yellow on her, it moved with the redness of her hair and sparkled in the light of her eyes. Bridget liked feeling pretty, if everyone in Valinor was pretty, she would prefer to stay here.

Celebrían led her down the smooth marble hallway, her feet, soft though they were echoed in Bridget's ears. She turned left, and the stone walls faded away, and the stone floor became grass beneath her feet. She stared in wonder at its beauty.

"What must I see?"

"There are a few here who would speak with you, but come, we must hurry, this way!" Celebrían responded.

They moved quickly into a forest, and Bridget was agape at what she saw when she arrived. In between a few small trees stood two women. One had dark, curly tresses, and something about her grey eyes looked familiar.

The other was stately and tall, clearly elven, with crisp blue eyes. Her dress was white and neat, she remained Bridget of a nurse-maid.

"Please, meet my dearest friends, Gilraen and Candí. Gilraen is…Estel's mother, and Candí is Legolas'."

"Um…mae govannen, hiril mîn," Bridget whispered with a curtsey. And elven Queen, a Mortal wife of the heir of Isildur (mother of the current one) and the lady of Imladris. This was too much. Gilraen smiled gently, softly even, and Bridget was put immediately at ease. Legolas' mother remained standing, however, a skeptical smile on her face.

"Little mortal, you are of great descent, do you know this?"

"I'm from a rather boring family actually, from a small island whose name we cannot remember."

"That was no small island, tithen adan, you know this. The reason Celebrían can watch you is because you are a descendant of Erendis, a Numenorean Queen."

"No, no, I am not, you are mistaken!"

"No, I am not. I know my history, tithen adan!" Candí said. For a moment Bridget wondered if the term was meant harshly, but she soon realized it was naught but a term of endearment in the eyes of the collected elven woman. Gilraen rose from her seat on a mossy stump, but her pale pink dress was unaffected.

"Let me walk with you, tithen pen, I shall show you the world, your world."

"I thought that only immortals reside in Valinor, how came you to be here?"

"When I was born the gods made a new star in the heavens, when that happens the person is accepted into Valinor, Arathorn is here as well. But there is much else to tell you. What know you of history?"

"Only what Erestor has told me in my lessons, those were discontinued a little over two weeks ago."

"What did he tell you of Erendis?"

"Only that she was very greedy, and wished herself to be the only love of King Aldarion. She was the mother of a daughter who became the first ruling Queen."

"She was more than that, she was a devoted wife and very much in love with the crown Prince at first. But the lady sea held his heart above all others. He was a favorite of Ulmo. The god's took pity on her, and granted her long life, but it was more a curse then a blessing, and they realized their error too late. She became embittered, and the youthful energy and love for life she one has dissipated in the air around her. All she had were broken dreams."

"Oh, that is sad," Bridget murmured.

"However, she was a strong woman, and you must call upon her strength today, trials await you, Bridget of the distant star. Many trials indeed, but you shall handle them well."

"Thank you, hiril nin."

"Celebrían was granted the honor of your godmother, but know this. Candí has always been the one who loved you most. Even more than Celebrían, her plea to be your guardian was revoked because of her cold nature. And mine was revoked because of my overly warm one. Candí and I compliment each other, but Celebrían is whole. Never forget that you too are whole, tithen pen. You are a being greater than any that walk in your time."

"It is time to return to Arda now," Bridget said softly.

"Yes, it is. This will not be the last we meet, Bridget Palanél."

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Scratch the rant. I'm in a good mood. :D Well, review with ye!

Tithen adan- little mortal

Tithen pen- little one

Mae govannen- well met

And on a quick note. Min is the the plural form of nin. :D