Bridget stood alone on the balcony. The situation reminded her eerily of her first day in Rivendell that had been so very long ago.

Some scars would never heal.

The one above her left eye was the most visible; the half-moon scar had obtained her the friendly nickname of 'Ithil' by a few elves, especially Nengel and Arwen.

"Ah, the breeze feels good, does it not, Bridgie?"

"It does indeed…" she responded quietly. The elven woman before her radiated power, it felt odd to make small talk with her. "Lady Galadriel?"

"Yes?"

"Your daughter, she was…very brave, wasn't she?"

"Yes, but you should know that by now," the elleth replied.

"Perhaps I did not wish to know it. Look here," on her hand there was a small scar, a thin line, no more than a centimeter in length. "This, I got this from the knife I killed Linnor with. I will carry it all my life, must I be reminded of the horrible things I have done?"

Galadriel reached out a hand and covered the scar, "No, tithen adan, no. Be reminded of the lives you saved that day, for you saved many more than anyone."

"I saved no one!"

"Then tell me Bridget, why was the 'potion' the man gave Randir actually water?"

Bridget smiled, "that I will never tell," she replied, her eyes scanning the world before her. "I won't be going back to reality, will I?"

"What is reality, child? It is no more than the life you live at the moment. Your home is here now, and no magic will bring it back, I think that you will find you like it here."

"Will I? Galadriel, will I?"

"That my dear, is a question for my daughter. Not for me."

Bridget nodded and smiled, maybe…just maybe some scars would heal.

-Epilogue-

Bridget Palanél of Imladris was wed to Arthdor of Gondor at age twenty-three; she wed him two days after the heir of Isildur wed the Evenstar. It is said that the King himself, gave her away. Her husband was a ranger, and his wife often traveled with him. When they were in Gondor though, he was an influential Lord, and they lived in a comfortable house in the sixth circle, she remained close to both king and queen.

Bridget had three children, the eldest whom she named Elros, she named him thus with the permission of Elrond of Imladris, who she remained in contact with until he sailed. Her next child was a girl; she named her Alatariel, after the Lady of Light. Her final child was a beautiful boy with dark hair and grey eyes; he was names Thorongil after her closest friend.

In the fifth year of Elessar's rule, Arthdor was killed in an orch raid. Heart-broken, but showing the true strength she had found after those two weeks in Mirkwood so long ago, Bridget gathered her children and returned to Imladris. She was accepted readily there by Elladan and Elrohir, who were eager to meet her children and help her raise them.

It took two long and hard years for Bridget to fight her grief and become who she used to be, during that time there were many illnesses and breakdowns. During that time she wrote a letter to the king, included in it was this:

"I await your arrival to Evendim with much anticipation, Estel. As I am sure your brothers told you I am not…entirely well. Where it not for them and my children I fear I may have departed this world in search of my husband. I miss you my friend, as well as Arwen, come soon!"

Bridget, Elladan, Elrohir, and her three children arrived at Evendim a few days before the King and Queen. Bridget was healthier than she had been the past two years, and appeared to have accepted her husband's death; it was a triumph they all celebrated.

Bridget's excitement at the arrival of Aragorn, Legolas, and Arwen was contagious. Elladan and Elrohir and she spent many hours just talking about the children he might have by now. They knew of one, a boy called Eldarion who was about the same age as Thorongil.

When the king arrived, mush to the distaste of his advisors, a twenty-five year old woman embraced him, and then two elves did. They were snappily told that they should not be within five feet of the king, peasants that they were. Aragorn turned around and said simply, "this is my family. You are dismissed. I refuse to be part of these formalities!"

Arwen took Bridget by the arm, and they were gone for hours, speaking mostly of things like children. But Arwen asked about Arthdor as well, and Bridget told her calmly that her husband was dead, and she accepted it. The queen smiled, her friend was back to normal.

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Bridget Palanél returned to Gondor with the royal family. She was situated in the Citadel with her children, and named a Lady of Gondor. This title came with annoying formalities to the girl who had been raised in a twenty-first century home. It was deemed important that Bridget record her tales, where she had come from and why she had stayed where she was.

Over time the voice of Celebrian had faded from the mind of the now grown girl, she had long outgrown the need of a guardian to protect her from her nightmares. But sometimes, in the middle of the night Bridget missed the ever constant presence of Celebrian, it was on those nights that she found her way out onto the balcony. After that she almost always went to the stables, the horses were a presence that kept her sane.

Bridget Palanél departed from the world five days after Elessar did. She had lived a longer life than most humans of her time, her Numenorean heritage combining with the difference in time had allowed her the span of years she had received.

Her diary was found by her youngest and eldest son, Thorongil decided to read it, as neither of his siblings cared to. The very last entry in the book said this:

Oh my diary,

Years have past since I made the first entry in you, since the day Erestor gave you to me, the once intended gift for Celebrian. My time on Arda is ending, sweet though it has been. I bid Elessar farewell but two days ago. I love my children dearly, but they have grown. There is nothing tying me to this world. I love Elladan and Elrohir as my brothers, and sometimes consider then thus, we do share a mother. If anyone is to find this, tell them my love for them exceeds that of any other kind. Legolas, I will forever remember you, I'll miss you, my friend. Arwen, oh, tithen rîn I will treasure you for eternity. You kept me sane. But why I write this here I do not know, or perhaps I do. I received a visit last night, from Celebrian. My fate is not to be that of most mortals, my goodbyes are not permanent. Goodbye my children. And goodbye my diary, you have known me longer than I have known myself.

-Forever, Bridget Palanél of the two worlds.

Her son was shocked beyond belief, his mother was not of Arda! He did not show this book to his siblings and told them nothing of his knowledge, it was a secret he would take to his grave.

Nearly one-hundred years after she made it, Candí's prophecy was fulfilled. Bridget awoke in a small house, a woman bending over her bathing her brow. Gilraen and Candí's smiles were wide.

"Welcome home," they said.

Well, well, well. We are DONE! Hurray! I made it through! Okay, I am still undecided on the sequel, but I think if it is going to be made that you should expect it in maybe September…

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